Your Message

 

You are very clever.

If I hadn’t known you, loved you,

Or needed you so desperately,

I wouldn’t have noticed that it was even there.

 

Random feathers clinging desperately to objects,

Hiding in plain sight.

A message that nobody understands, but me.

 

As people walk right by, they are oblivious.

Oblivious to the small, hardly noticeable,

Insignificant messages.

One that they could never decode.

 

This heaven sent note,

like my own personal bread crumbs,

you leave for me to follow.

 

Your beautiful, yet random feathers,

That I pluck from stranger’s hair,

I hold so dear.

I know that they are for me.

Your message, your love,

Your sign that you are here.

Your message that I love,

Oh I hold them so dear!

Your Vicious Fun

When you were out having your teenage fun,

Did it ever occur to you the damage you’ve done?

The broken windows, the paint ball stains,

the shattered glass on the chipped black panes.

Your spray paint pictures on the walls,

With my childhood toys, still strew, down the halls.

As you destroyed this house, did you even care?

About the family who once lived there?

My only faded memories of my deceased dad,

In this house I once had.

So the more that you fucked with this place you were in,

The more you destroyed, my only, memories of him.

Death of a Hero

Empty. The barley standing, falling apart mess was empty.
Despite the loud moans of the house settling into the earth,
the silence awoke me, ringing in my ears.
Barefooted, in an oversized t-shit, I ran from room to room panicking.
Frightened, anxious, alone, I peered out of the window.
Realizing that no one was home, I crawled into a ball and cried.
Feeling as though I had sat there forever, I began to wonder.
Why did they leave, where did they go, what do I do?
As I began strategizing, the front door creaked open,
He walked in. My superhero, my best friend, my dad.
Holding me as tight as a seven year old should be held,
I blamed him for leaving me as I sobbed into his work shirt.
I was just outside, he said sympathetically.
I would never leave you.
His words, so strong, and so reassuring echoed.

Then, I found myself barley standing. Falling apart, a mess, empty.
While the voices of those around me were loud and unbearable,
I stood there, unable to breathe, consumed by silence.
Exposed, in my funeral clothes, my mind raced from memory to memory panicking.
Numb, confused, alone, I peered into the casket at the crushed, swollen face.
Realizing he wouldn’t wake up, I fell to the floor and began to sob.
Feeling like this day would never end, reality flooded my mind.
Why did he have to leave, where did his spirit go, what do I do?
As I stood there in shock, I remembered the door creaking open.
He will no longer walk in. My superhero, my best friend, my dad.
He will never hold me again like any young girl should be held,
And again, I blamed him for leaving me as I sobbed over his casket.
Laying there, he said nothing.
You promised you never leave me.
My whisper, so desperate, and so lost echoed

Who are the real terrorists?

Who are the real terrorists?

Sirens echo in the September air

as people run everywhere.

Two twin towers crumble before our eyes

Through the radio we listen to their sobs, their cries.

Gun shots, like rain, pour on this March day

As American soldiers head into the town of My Lai.

As the villagers eat their morning meal,

The soldiers head in to search, to kill.

As ash falls throughout the city, so unprepared

The firefighters go in, ready but scared.

As they try to get the most people out,

the towers being to fall they panic, they shout.

In a small town with no men of fighting age,

The soldiers still kill, this war that we wage.

Raping the women, engraving them with a “C”

Marking them as victims of the C Company.

 

In our ambulance we sit ready with our medical supplies,

We listen to them pray, and state their many goodbyes.

As the buildings crash into the ground,

Radio static becomes the only sound…

Scalping the children, cutting out their tongues,

Not caring if they were just little ones.

As they piled the bodies side by side,

In the ditch is where these innocent and lifeless civilians reside.

All over the news, even today,

We hear about the twin towers and that dreadful day.

The media made sure that the enemy was known,

But are American’s really the victims like the screen has shown?

How many people know about the massacre in My Lai?

Do they celebrate remembrance of that dreadful day?

America and all our glorious power,

Made sure that this story was hidden, our terrorist hour.

 

 

Family

They never keep their eyes off you,
they never go away.
The only way to keep them happy,
is to do what they say.
They will never forgive you,
and they will never apologize.
You can see it in they way they look,
you can see it in their eyes.
They wont give you a break,
in their grasp they hold you tight.
They pray for your death,
before they fall asleep at night.

The Calm after the Storm

By Kacee Llewelyn

The thunder rolls, as the crowds walk in.

The storm we know, is about to begin.

As drops of color fight for a right,

As they try to create a brand new light.

A storm based on single dream,

In hopes to wash away racism with the nights stream.

And all through the night, innocent hearts prayed,

for the lightning and the thunder to fade.

The rain pounded on the windows and the window panes,

Reminding the confused of why it rains.

Yet in the eye of the nights storm,

The dream still remained all tattered and worn.

The rain did not give into the white man’s mistake,

It poured and it poured using all the rain it would take.

And little did we know because of the rain that night,

That in the morning there would be a brand new light.

As I sit on the sidewalk and remember the rain,

I know the world will never be the same.

The streets have been washed and the colors are so bright,

all because of a black man’s fight.

I look at my hand which is held by a color so dark,

And think of the time when this would leave a bad mark.

I see streets cleansed by an innocent dream,

and forget of the racism that was washed downstream.

I look at the smile next to me so bright,

So glad that ancestors put up that fight.

Seeing how the storm impacts me today,

I think the king at night when I pray.

I sitting here thankful for the calm after the storm,

I hold a little tighter this hand so warm.  

Savior

In that dark corner, down the hall
my skin mirrors the horrors, I have felt them all.
strapped to that table, the ropes that held me tight
The ones that let me suffer through out the night.
That light in your eyes, that mirrors your soul
your eyes stare into mine, they're as black as coal
I guess I deserve it, you say this is so
I guess I need to work on the girl I have come to know
slices in my skin, my blood begins to seep
you threaten to cut off my tongue, if i even start to weep
my blood runs off the table, you claim to release my sin
you say you are saving me from the tragic state that i am im in
girls like me you say, don't deserve to be alive
thank you for you sparing me, better I will strive