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Best Poems Written by Devondra Banks

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Black Girl

Curves to follow for days,
Twists and turns,
Blueprint of a maze.
Full lips, smooth skin,
Sharp tongue, story within,
Black girl.

Educated, 
Contrary to naysayers' tongues.
Soft hands, hard head,
Rough life,
Freedom songs sung,
Black girl.

Eloquent speech
To reach
The minds of stereotypes.
Wisdom to raise the veils 
From the blind and offer sight.
Made to nurture, requested to raise,
Attitude ain't so bad, sometimes too brave,
Black girl.

Often standing behind for support,
Hardly in front to define her worth,
Blind love, ebony hair,
Perfect poise, honest heir,
Almond eyes, round nose,
Scarred knees, painted toes,
Black girl.

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Bedtime Reflections

Just as the dew in early day,
As the robins in their nests lay,
Like the grass nestled beneath the ground,
Like the leaves laying still to be found,
As bees sit gently on petals sweet,
As the hair which dried Christ's feet,
Like rain drops on window panes,
Like memories inside picture frames,
My heart rests gently in love.
My mind rests gently in serenity.
My soul rests gently in saving grace.

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Libras Rule

What's my favorite color?
Of course I can answer that!
I adore the color purple,
But as a matter of fact,
Red and blue are the reason
Pretty purple even exists.
So, let's be fair and acknowledge 
this brilliant color twist.

How can I forget yellow?!
You make me glow and smile.
You are definitely my favorite,
And have been for a while.

But, wait! There's white!
You never seem to fade.
And when combined with bold, bright hues,
Beautiful pastels are made.

So you say that Libras can't decide
When asked to make a choice,
I've chosen here, my choices clear,
Every option has a voice.
Libras are fair diplomats
Whose scales are important tools.
Arguments become innocent debates
Because lovely Libras rule!!

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The Message

In the darkest hour of a day,
My lids seal tight my vision.
At once my myelin propagates
a subconscious decision.

I saw him there with her again,
this time I smiled and spoke.
He never uttered a response,
my greeting was revoked.

I sauntered over where they stood,
his teeth clenched and her eyes glared.
He hoped I would not speak a word,
and wished that I had cared.

I asked them if they knew where I 
could find my love I'd gifted.
His head once bowed in breathless shame,
somehow became lifted.

He released her hand and handed me his,
I clutched it to my chest,
so he could feel the rhythm
in the hollow emptiness.

He said, "You granted me a chance 
for your love to dwell in me.
I only hope that it remains
where you thought it safe to be."

In an instance, my unfilled void
overflowed with gratitude.
My broken heart and carnal thoughts
expeditiously subdued. 

I realized, love is not mine, 
to hold hostage in closed fists.
It was given to me to give freely,
just like HIS other gifts.


I thanked him well and placed his hand
back into her small palm.
I wished them well and walked away,
my eyes filled, but my soul calm.

In the brightest hour of the day,
my heart unleashed my vision.
My eyes saw in front of me,
my mind embraced my mission.

This dream which nestled deep,
in my slumber's resting bed,
is now a message I carry to you
"Love in ink and not in lead!"

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Diagnosed

Fresh and crisp were the air and love,
Bright mornings and nights hovered from above.
Love was careless, faith was blind, hope leaped wildly,
hearts were kind.
I was sure, I was certain, I was positive.

Faults were carried to and fro,
Not from our lips did they grow.
You grew wings, I grew limbs,
Commitments masked themselves as whims.
Love was careful, faith could see,
Hope walked slowly, hearts did bleed.
I was sure, I was certain, I was positive.

Fresh and crisp are the air and love,
Bright mornings and nights hover from above.
Love is careless, faith is blind,
Hope is leaping, our hearts are kind.
You are positive, I'm still sure,
You are positive, love's yet pure.
You are positive, I'm still certain,
I'm still positive.

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Release

Your love's existence is proof.
Your love remebered is truth.
Your love experienced is the fountain of my youth.
My love, I swim in you
Baptize my heart in you
Drench wet my need of you
Bathe in my want for you
Dive in the depth of you
Thirst quenched, I drink of you

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Chain Broken

She's a murderer!
She sucked the life
out of her own child's frame.
Second thoughts weren't enough 
to spare her offspring's name.
I was.
I did.
They weren't.
Chain broken!

She's a whore!
She frolicked with more than a few.
No count was kept, though the number she knew.
I was.
I did.
I know.
Chain broken!

The faults that lie deep 
in the forgiven sea, 
are tossed by the hands
of those who love me.
From the waters' depths
do they dig to retrieve,
And cast them upon the 
shore for me to receive.
I've done it, I've said it.
I've tried it, I've lived it.
I've tasted it, I've smelled it.
I've wasted it, I've killed it.

Once chains, my faults
are now lessons learned.
The scars I once wore,
Are now badges earned.
Hidden chains can't be broken,
I wore them where HE could see,
Hoping maybe he'd know 
them and with his key,
set me free.

They no longer weigh me,
with doubt, fear, and regret.
Now, they doubt me,
they fear me, 
and regret that we've met.

Chain broken!
aborted body, but soul I adore.
Chain broken, abused heart,
restore I implore!
I'm free!
My master intended me to be.
Not for trade, nor for sell,
not to rape, nor to beat.

Justifications matter not,
reasons why, wooden tokens.
No hands will repair the 
chains that were broken.

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Love Letter

Dear Love,

Cans't thou return to the
Envelope which once sealed
The essence of you?
I remember you;
Kind, decadent,
And swift as wind songs.
I know you now;
Harsh, unjust, and bitter,
A slow procession of grief.

Had I one million words,
You would not return.
I know this,
For I have tried.
Had I one million tears,
You would not return.
I know this for I have cried.

My face has felt no stream 
from eyes which weep.
My soul drowns
From heart cries,
Sorrow's rivers' deep.
I pray.
I trust.
I love.
I must.

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His Accusations

Flowers stand
Stretching to meet rays,
Which nurture and replinish.
Winds blow,
Bending and flexing stems.
Roots rest,
Nestled deep in the earth.
Comfortable, content, in its place.

Eyes for beauty glance and beam.
Spring is here!
For me alone,
Colors blanket frozen ground.
For me alone,
They birth new beginnings.
For me alone,
God has given all another chance.

I bend,
Kneeling beside one 
Which I've chosen.
I rip it's roots
From it's survival.
Torn roots, broken stem, loose petals,
It is mine!
Fraile only after moments,
I toss it away
And choose another.

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The Space

My wings have spread for an ending's flight,
My soul soared long before this day.
Love was fairly unfair , yet my heart lacks despair,
Let the space between birth and death say.

His heart wore my heart so graciously,
He asked permission, I answered, "you may".
I was thought not aware by the masses who stare.
Let the space between birth and death say.

Mother warned me of hidden intentions,
Father proved them by his display.
He intended to care, but his promises, bare,
Let the space between birth and death say.

I lay cold and stiff, yet free
No more words filled with pain and dismay.
Say what you must, and you will, no more anguish to feel,
Let the space between birth and death say.