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Puddles of Humans: Aka when the ashes speak

In that of what we are living art transformed, for some of us, the most brutal and teeth cutting existence through the fluidity of colorless liquid of miracles, flowing out of our bodies, blood like water, to watch our souls pounding in cadence, oh’ how, we must sing the Lord’s song in a strange land” ~Krissy Mosley ( art for justice) Black &White

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Before the world told me…

Smile girl but not too hard

Speak up but not too loud

Shuffle long ,shuffle long’

chile- now I see

You have no eyes like me

You have no hair like mine

Your human qualities so undefined

quit trying,shufflin-

on my neck

Hold still

 Let me be…

http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/7/21/before-the-world-told-me

(Day9)Sugar

Heaven  is###################
&&&& WHERE
 #########  THE
  &&&&&&&MEN
   +++++++DON”T NEED+++++++++++++++++++++++++
 NAMES
################# GAMES===============================
==   or ——————–    or
                                          LIGHTS
                                                                  or
PIPES&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
                                                                             Yes
                                                 I thought I’d brought home heaven.
             I was mistaken
She
    is
               my
                      happy,
                              my                            sugarside                                        my
good toes,
                                                               my
right cheek,
                                                                            my
fairytale,
          my                                                                           my but she ain’t me…
Street name

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Homage to My Hips by Lucille Clifton

Poetry PotLuck: I Love Lucille Clifton Homage to her Hips even though I am small frame I see my hips as magic too, and her words lift me…  the power in a woman…  Her Poem moves me to have that Self love talk in the Mirror  hey “My life loves me”…

Homage to My Hips
BY LUCILLE CLIFTON
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

Lucille Clifton, “homage to my hips” from Good Woman. Copyright © 1987 by Lucille Clifton. Reprinted with the permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179615

Day 3 (Trust): Colors of Skin

Skipping light,gotta find time to be,

Kind,letting go suicidal humming;she’ll rise above, wrinkled lines.

If she could only see, the colors in her own glass.

Never then, would she pretend to be trapped, instead she’d be free.

Today’s word is trust:Writing Poetry 201 Challenge

To trust myself is a challenge after so many falls and let downs…(trusting the skin I’m in)

Happy writing….