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Colourblind

It was black and white

for a while

 

Until the first line

was drawn

 

Then the pale grey people

the people who could only draw

a black cross

in a white box

began to sense

other possibilities

shading the palette

 

The colours of debate

splashed clumsily

over everything:

the harsh red of anger

the yellow of injustice

screaming crimson

a har...

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Should I

Should i speak up when its wrong?
Should i challenge what i see?
Should i mind my own business?
Should i not judge what i see?

Should i stand up for what's right?
Should i concentrate on me?
Should i stop being so selfish?
Should i know what's good for me?

Should i know my place and shut my mouth?
Should i not be a sheep?
Should i make sure they know my name?
Should i not have that need...

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The Nameless Baby

The ghost of the unborn
Knife in hand.
Twisting heart piercing
Hurt until death,
Black gothic, silver ringlets
To no avail.
Ears that will always hear
A lost child’s cry.

Youths payback time
Uninformed decisions.
Mothers ruin
Drink it down.
Don’t cry someone will see.
Career girl.
Care free girl
She knows now.

Where was Mother
Holding back God.
It’s for the best
Work and car...

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Verisimilitude

entry picture

 

I feared I was the burning bush, 

Yet I was not consumed,

I cried for a season, all of winter,

But now I am approved.

Pour the wine, and we shall feast,

Landlocked, in the land of east,

Once I ever saw the sea,

The waves are calling me.

I dwell on top, of a middle-class hill,

The pre-adult grand old duke of present,

I live here, not against my will,

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