venting

venting

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé

I hate it when people

Take my history

And ball it up

Crumple it up

Sit it on the curb

To be picked up

Like it’s disposable

Like it’s replaceable

Like it’s garbage

 

It’s my history

And the only price value it has

Is incomparable

To the most costly collectibles

Yet to be created

On this rotating, revolving

Ball of simple-minded folk

 

I hate it when people try to erase me

Like they have author’s rights

To what He wrote

 

sigh

© 2012 Tinasha LaRayé


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Added on April 9, 2012
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Tags: history, hate, racism, family, anger

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I am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..

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