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HIDING

HIDING

it’s an old coat, worn, patchedand a little tight under the armsand I slip into it with easehaving worn it many timesit’s very greyness,blandness,a pathetic disguise;a futile defenceI stand,transgressed,compared,ignoredI freeze,hiding in plain sightuntil her anger is...
A CANDLE FOR ME

A CANDLE FOR ME

“I don’t create poetry, I create myself. For me, my poems are a way to me”. Edith SodergranIn grade five I wrote my first poemcalled, “Winter"in a little, red schoolhouseon a little, small deskwith my little, small handThe teacher promised to publish it.I think she...
TO SCREAM THE UNSCREAMABLE SCREAM

TO SCREAM THE UNSCREAMABLE SCREAM

Oh, for lungs to scream a scream that would fully express my grief, that would shake the earth,that would crumble the hillside in front of me. My first memory of daddy-Monster:I am three years old.I receive his fists as I lie in bed.He yells, “It’s your...
Sisters

Sisters

two sisters, home alonemom working as a teacherdad is a ghost, not aroundmom workingthe fighting, the tearsdad is a ghost, not aroundlocking herself in our mom's roomthe fighting, the tearsno way to call momlocking herself in our mom's roomi am helpless,...
Peace Warrior

Peace Warrior

(An internal dialogue concerning the battle between peace and bitterness)Born into violence, I choose peace.Deceived by toxic theologians, I breathe peace.Manipulated and scammed, I inhale peace.Threatened and slandered, I exhale the...
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