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Will I Be Writing Inside A Cell? (Poem)
right now I am free to walk down the street
to be threatened by white men in white vehicles
free to go to the market and shops
to be harassed by white men in red hats
they think to intimidate, bully, and scare
by looming larger than they actually are
I have no fear of them or their kind
nothing they can do will make me afraid
I am freer than they can ever know
in ways that they can never understand
will not hesitate to look at them and ask
would you like to talk
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The Garrote (Poem)
tight as a knot, hard as a fist
pay close attention to this
some attachment, a driving need
some aversion, an illusory deed
a swirling colorful tale, a looping noisy cinch
the trick to catch and relax the pinch
when last we talked, I must have my say
now being more attentive to listen in a deeper way
lest I find I cannot breathe, choked by overween
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Weather God (Poem)
as the winds deafen with roaring howls
the water buckets in drenching pour
the waves tower in threatening heights
and I stand bewildered, shivering, and afraid
a quiet voice speaks amidst the terror
remember, foolish one, what you learned so long ago
you have felt the stillness in the eye of a hurricane
remember, foolish one, what you have learned since
you yourself create the worst of storms
breathe so that your mind calms
then examine the stories you turn into a gale
