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THE OBJECTS SPEAK

THE OBJECTS SPEAK

A little boat with iron bushmen in it on a curio shelf, saying “That man is a bigot.”A little clay pot made into a mouth with eyes, saying “Watch out, he is mean.”Many old-style keys framed on black velvet and under glass, saying “So many lies, such hurt, such...
Drama

Drama

DRAMA  Raised in a drama-filled home, I inherit the taste for drama...My drama would present itself as a victim; All I would need is a participant that would love to travel the same road…And we would make a right turn on the street called Victim.On...
ADOPTED

ADOPTED

A short poem about not belonging and wondering if I was adopted as a child. It's also about my new adopted recovery family. ADOPTED Twelve or thirteen years old: Nobody hears me. I don’t belong in my family. I wonder if I was adopted. I don’t fit...
Pigeonhole

Pigeonhole

Hello fellow co-worker. Hello fellow churchgoer. Hello fellow traveler. Hello potential friend. If I share my trauma with you, Will you hear me? Will you see my humanity? Will you hear my heart? Or will you analyze and...
Meet Me

Meet Me

Meet me when I wake up before my prayers so that I can have a smoke...Meet me at the coffee pot so that I can feel the coffee and tons of sugar glide down my throat...Meet me after breakfast while I put on my house and coat...Meet me at lunchtime instead of eating I...
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