With a touch
a look
a smile
a thought
I become a thirst
Author: scandalnavians
Growing up in America: I’m Mixed
Once upon a time, a decision was made; it was not made easily. But it was made. Not to find an answer, but to continue the journey.
Three Poems United
The wisdom I hold dear to my heart. All who I meet. All who have left. All who have passed through my life and remain. And do not.
Poem: Life is
sorrow
is a
wail
Poem: Remember
I don’t remember the name of my first grade teacher
Or second, or third or fourth
But I do remember feeling invisible
And not quite adequate
Growing Up in America: I Didn’t Want to Die
I didn’t want to die. Honestly. I didn’t want to. Life, while complicated, is all we have. At least in the moment.
Poem: I Am From Cigarette Butts and Burnt Toast
I am from mixed sources and mixed genes
Mixed families and mixed faces
Mixed values and mixed messages
Mixed histories and mixed futures
Mixed colors and mixed minds
Why We Don’t Say Hate
If you looked at me, you would not know how proud I am of my mother, and how in awe I am of the love she has for me, my son, and everyone who comes across her path.
What “Forgive Me” Really Means
I tend to avoid political discussions in general. I do this for many reasons, none of which can excuse the disengagement from something that is so important to who I am and what I do.
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