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Best Poems Written by Sona Wilae

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My Black

My black bleeds the same color red
My black breaths the same air
My black causes death instead
Of life.
My black should live loud and free
My black is me. 
My black loves you
My black loves are true.
My black served the same country
Pride.
My black is set aside
Like last nights trash
Yet I ask, does your color
Mean right, and my black
Mean wrong?
What a sad black song.

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Fall Forward

Fall
arcane drops
of burnt hawthorn,
refashion chestnut beauty
as enticing odes of jovial
amber plume fowls serenade 
maple leaves, as tunnel winds cease
timber soils of stillness in calm chaos.
Extend sunsets cool moonlight greetings 
I...fancy open candlelit windows alluring
subtle bliss embracing the core 
values revived endng
summer’s erotic
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Boot Licks

slithering snakes run silent

sleeping snakes lay deadly

awakened venom ready

while reigning as prone giants



breathe upright fools gather tolls

exhale hate and hued discord

bow in ranks to thy dark lord

ascending dust; marching trolls



march riotous foolery

spew venomous rhetoric

slither fork-tongued heretics

confess inflamed schoolery



o’ taste and see politics

halls unjust, wall-smears dark read

blood-soaked tiles seep pus instead

walking snakes hiss for boot-licks

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Love Dance

My thoughts frolicked and danced unchained
Never leave, surely my spirit might die
Beautiful memories rampant and lovingly untamed.
Of thirst, loss to great my heart to try.


Roses bring colors too rich to ignore,
Come stay, lay quiet as we breathe
Your musk exudes strength I adore.
May God keep your peace, never leave.

A carnation of promises, not once broken
Take me battered and renew my Me,
Leaving not stain of hurt, sweet thought unspoken.
Which only you, my God, and soul have the key.

Beat and march as we march as one
For truly my life, you gallantly won.

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Say So

...speak sporadically in soft sassy syllables
...open opulent overtures to appease my err
...revoke risque rashness of the adulterer
...modulate too many manic memories.

savor satiable sweetly shared sensations,
admire adored avenues divinely alone.
target toxic tones forever together,
why wholly wade, wondering where we
faithfully failed famous fortuity forever?

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Swamp Glory

fickle crickets: 
serenading sirens
of retreat, as chartreuse digits 
creep dark alley swamps;
hanging jungle themes invade
quiet dens perpetuated by
creation’s wet glory...croaking:
ancestral tales of grandeur.

mammal sigils:
	evoking tootling 
trespassers of environmental legacy;
	nature redeeming medicines
sustaining miracles of light...EPA
	earth.provides.assistance:
yet mankind defers pollution-free
	toxic-free lakes of life.

scatter kingdom:
	encroaching breaths spew
poisonous darts of entitlement
	never biblically enforced;
gather eggs of free-will, lay deep
in vined elegance towering
beneath second-heaven despisers
	of extant species.

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The Purpose

We kneel with a purpose
Our children won’t see
If this nation refuses
Equality. 

We can’t continue to run
Without a name.
To hide our race in shame
Tell us whose to blame?

Blue, Black, and Brown
Lives matter too…
If only this stood true
We’d kneel together 
With the red, white and
Blue.

The Purpose

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Shiny Nickels

Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a 
morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork 
neckbones lay naked of meat. 

The sweetness of life, like sweet Kool Aid fills our tummies,
while dishes await scrapes of scraps for the family pet; Tuffy.
A simpler time, when gas was priceless at $.75 a gallon-
and exhaust fumes were free.

Corner, Jewish owned stores amass nickels for pounds of salt
pork, fat-back and tabs for grits, Wonder Bread and sardines,
pennies for cookies, salted peanuts float atop RC Cola bottles,
while the neighbor; Miss Sally spits “bacca,” in a old tin can.

We sprint as Wilma Rudolph to tab a gallon of milk, after biting
a red pepper disguised as an ornament hanging from Daddy’s bush,
while I scratch melanin legs infested with sand-sores, from making
mud pies.

Strolls cross the railroad tracks on Saturdays offer rare window peeks,
as the Christmas parade showcases the only Negro High School
steppin high, erect and purposed, as integration passes the house.
Time creeps unaware of bigotry, racism, poverty and out-voted segregation.
Time welcomed newborns of newly born future stars shining dimly while
dressed in blackness to affirm cultural change.

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Skin

The flavor of skin
Shined brightly before the stars
Who erased beauty?

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Border Dreams

Mangled swollen skins arrive
bleeding bitter dark prayers;
loathsome chants of naysayers
detached dreams dying alive

Cross wrath borders seething gold
seek anchor, desert heat fumes
disgusted skeletal tombs
foreign bloodline wealth resold

Fortune steps circling schools
bouncing life, twirling fair hair 
speaking foreign tongues of flair
bright dreamers stunned by dark rules

Come seek lands built on distrust
Come expecting hued disgust
Seek out peace, as we all must
Seek justice from dawn to dusk.