Life Poet
Life Poet
Contemporaneously, my thoughts ponder.
I know that the light of day supervenes when it does.
But when night comes, the blinds are yet left open.
The streetlights provide the fading sun.
The moon glows above.
This is because in a storm the dimmer these lights will become...
If I only had gone beyond, the brighter is the glow from the moon.
Zoned due to the twilight.
The people are buzzing the cause.
I knew if I stood up for what was right, I would not falter.
When they get that they are not achieving an eclipse by
being the man that was enslaved – by being
the man that was put in an oppressive state;
When they know that there is no intelligence from being the subjugator or
the man who fraught,
They will face the realities of Verlena Sexton-Walker.
Lord, I stretched my hand to thee.
I took the world on, but today I lack the remedy that is promised by a governess state.
Empowered by another podium, I must believe in the emancipator.
I know that my footprints are seen.
Within my reach is the promised land.
Never a day goes by that I do not speak to my suppressor.
He wants a hideous prevalence.
I am new case law that has formed.
We cannot allow bygone to be bygone.
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Penned April 16, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
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