Best Labels Poems

-Quarantine of the Soul-


Tranquil pills fall deep like the night
A sweet fangless course
Bites with no remorse
Your eyes struggle to read my ageless soul
Lost 
Dark
You open...

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I am more than your definitions
more than affixed labels
placed on my anatomy
more than your misconceptions
or even valid perceptions
I am more

I am more than what's written...

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Upon the doorstep of my paradise,
     You’ll find h e l l i s h pansies and t a i n...

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I’m tired of knowing
That because of my race
Because of where I live
Because of my last name
I’m part of the band…
The children of a lesser God

I’m...

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I wonder
Who I might become
If I wore another man's clothes
If I thought his thoughts
Dreamed his dreams
Lived his heartache
Felt his insanity
Walked along his razor's edge

Would I
Understand
Empathize
Digest...

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"When the Grim Reaper asked for my spirit,
I told him to take my poetic pen.
He walked away smiling, leaving me illiterate."

In the mystical wilderness of...

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I am what I meet in
My mirror; a reflection
Of perception, an idea
That’s me. I am a bunch
Of parts, named like 
Constellations of stars
Real enough but...

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"Neophoca"

I was dragged 
out of my ocean 
of dreams 

when they peeled
my skin, I was broken,
an endangered species

feeding bits of me 
to the carniverous 
genus...

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As I sat thinking the other day,
A flow of thoughts brought these words to say.
Some were fleeting, some longer lasting, 
Like the evening shadows the...

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The word
The idea
The wall that separates
Disguised in honorable robes
Preached to children
"Tolerance" 

Am I to be tolerated?
Just because I am different
Black, white, brown or yellow
Straight or...

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"Made In China"

They can have my money
If it saves me money

The toys I played with when I was young,
Says I enjoyed their hands
The Labels read...

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These are just a few words about reality,
as Muslims struggle each day with individuality.

What is a Muslim and from whence does he come?
Like you and...

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I can’t be branded and put into a box
I’m a rhyme wrapped within a riddle a complete paradox
I won't  carry the labels, or walk...

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Answers were needed, like wind direction,
she could feel him heavy in her heartbeat,
it was a good weight, the kind carelessness brings to capricious carress,
his toe...

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He pulled up to the Triple "T" Ranch in a shiny Cadillac.
In his trailer was an Arabian steed with the finest tack.
He wore Tony Lama...

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