Author: Simona A. Brinson
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by RuNell Ni Ebo Lord, LordWhy did You make me Black?Why did You make someonethe world wants to hold back?Black is the color of dirty clothes,the color of grimy hands and feet.Black is the color of darkness,the color of tire-beaten streets.Why did You give me thick lips,a broad nose and kinky hair?Why did You make…
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Ghost in the Fog In the hush where morning lingers,A pale spirit parts the mist,Silent as an ancient secret,Soft as winter on the wrist.Eyes like weathered moons are watching,Calm beneath the silver sky,Holding storms it never speaks of,Letting passing shadows die.Ghost-white mane in quiet motion,Breath dissolving into air,A lonely king of fog and stillness,Wrapped in…
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Where Love Goes Love doesn’t leave all at once.It loosens first—a thread pulled from a seamyou didn’t know was holding everything together.It settles into ordinary places:the quiet side of the bed,the mug you stop reaching for,the space between sentenceswhere something used to answer back.It lingers in the body,a muscle that remembershow to reach without thinking,how…
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by Dawna Markova I will not die an unlived life.I will not live in fearof falling or catching fire.I choose to inhabit my days,to allow my living to open me,to make me less afraid,more accessible;to loosen my heartuntil it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.I choose to risk my significance;to live so that which…
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Dissonance He wakes to sunlight tasting wrong,a sweetness cut with metal bright,the clock ticks loud but time feels bent,each second stretching out of sight.His smile fits like borrowed clothes,warm at first, then tight with seams,his laughter cracks in brittle notesthat splinter softly through his dreams.He moves through rooms that buzz and hum,air thick as wool…
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Neon Red My crush comes flashing neon red,a stoplight pulse inside my head.It hums beneath my quiet skin,a siren song I’m pulled right in.I try to cool it down to blue,pretend I feel what others do,but every thought ignites instead,my heart lit up in neon red.It glows too loud, it won’t behave,a reckless color I…
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by Shel Silverstein This poem should be framed and hung on the wall of every child because it quietly but powerfully rewrites the limits adults so often place on young minds. Shel Silverstein moves through the language children hear every day—“don’ts,” “shouldn’ts,” “impossibles”—and then deliberately overturns them, replacing restriction with possibility. It’s not just encouragement;…
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Still, She Is She wakes before the world is ready and carries the day anyway.She learns early how to hold two truths at once: strength and softness, fear and resolve.She becomes fluent in adaptation—not because she wants to, but because life keeps asking.She is not extraordinary because she never breaks.She is extraordinary because she does—and…
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