They Hold Our Names Ransom
...They hold our names ransom
as if our fathers are kings.
Put a cloth over its face and drive
it to a destination unknown.
They hold our names ransom.
They shout their demands over a coin
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Categories:
arends, humor, metaphor,
Form: Abecedarian
Well If You Insist
...Well if you insist
I am not the color of my skin or the clothes on my back.
I am not who or what you assume me to be.
I am not a foul mouthed gun toting beer swigging cigarette smoking menace...
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Categories:
arends, africa, brother, father, identity,
Form: Abecedarian
I Will Cling To Hope:A Poem For My Son
...I will cling to hope As I clung to the picture of you approaching over the horizon ...
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Categories:
arends, baby, birth, celebration, child,
Form: Abecedarian
I Dreamt of a River
...I dreamt of a river last night.
I dreamt of a river flowing and I could not determine its direction or where it goes.
I couldn’t establish if it’s flowing north or south or up or down nor east or ...
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Categories:
arends, absence, angst, anxiety, confusion,
Form: Abecedarian
Vision of Love
...I lead myself, to a faraway place,
in dreams I traveled, to find His grace.
My journey stood before me, when I walked,
his power was released, as I talked.
The road I was on, was not my o...
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Categories:
arends, faith, i love you,
Form: Free verse