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A poem inspired by "Harlem, A Dream Deferred" by Langston Hughes
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So many modern stories, much like the
Ancient stories, unfold-
Characters, conflict and plot twists,
Unravelling with similar ends-
Yet w..
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I don’t want to be that crazy old lady
In the thrift shop
With the raspy voice
Buying stuffed animals
For grandchildren
She ..
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I used to think that fruit flies were dead
When I found them in my glass of wine.
Then, one day (annoyed), I pulled one out of my glass,
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Guilty
It all can start with a bicycle being taken away,
Or deporting a green card holder
Who is kept at bay,
Awaiting another trail, for ..
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“To a Child”
I am afraid of summer
Because I once lied to you.
And as you grow older,
I am afraid that you will do it too.
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An apple with its core bored out by loneliness,
Not even a fly comes to sit on it’s
Decaying skin.
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I wrote this when I woke up in the middle of the night, it is filled with awkward grammar but after trying to edit it, I found I liked the original be..
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Addiction hidden in rings of smoke,
Burning ashes fall to the ground.
I have read the warning labels,
Yet, they mean nothing to me,
The..
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A wonderful encounter at a grocery store today
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