When you leave You should never look back There is nothing there But unadulterated lack Lack of love Lack of respect Lack of compassion And a lot of regret So, then when you leave Don’t look back Don’t backslide And don’t back track Simona A. Brinson
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What do I wish to be? I wish to be free Of these loathsome blues I really do To be in a state of perpetual melancholy Stoic, hiding from light and folly It is wearisome, this state of discontent And wondering where happiness went I hope she is on the other side of night Waiting for me in a halo of light Simona A. Brinson
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This is the truth I tell you The truth indeed Of untruths and lies I have no need You see, I sailed to the moon Just yesterday night I took a ship Then hopped a flight Across the 'verse Among the stars My final destination A planet called Mars My friend Neil deGrasse Tyson Was there to greet me And standing beside him Was ole Mr. Milkie Now, I told you the truth I have no need to scheme I told you the truth I saw in a dream Simona A. Brinson
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He loves me He loves me not He loves me He loves me not He loves me He loves me not Who cares If he loves me Or not I love me I love me, a lot! Simona A. Brinson
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As a child I had no voice Because children were seen And not heard But I had words And paper and pen Became my friends And to this day We're just as close As we were then Simona A. Brinson
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When night falls The darkness calls Her out by name Reminding her of the shame Heaved upon her By a predator She closes her eyes And comes to realize That she's on a head trip And has taken ownership Of his guilt and depravity His turpitude and inhumanity She opens her eyes And with conviction decides To relinquish the lies She kept bottled inside For fear of the world's reproach But now with boldness, she optimistically approached The nigh shores of freedom No longer the victim She closes her eyes And without compromise She ends the head trip And surrenders ownership Of the guilt and shame Cause she wasn’t to blame For his lack of humanity Turpitude or depravity Now when night falls And the darkness calls Her out by name She defiantly proclaims Her liberty From captivity Simona A. Brinson
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On February 15th my brother died Hanging from the Tree of Suicide No longer able to mask the pain Or deal with his burden’s heavy strain His burden not easy, his yoke too tight He took a rope, thin and slight And fastened it to that Unassuming Tree In his quest to be set free I hope he found the Freedom he sought That couldn’t be attained through the drugs he bought Maybe the only Freedom he could see Was hanging from a limb on that Lychee Nut Tree Simona A. Brinson
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In the silence of night My brother died Hanging from the tree Of suicide Alone and dejected A lost soul rejected Consumed by his plight He gave up the fight Simona A. Brinson
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Your words
They do not move me
Though they appear
Strong and true
My heart finds them
A bit askew
Debatable and often moot
Because you actions
Tell the truth
Simona A. Brinson
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