Braided Poems - Poems about Braided

...I. THE WANDERING I was born with a life that bled— a seafloor womb dragging tides of fern and marigold char The priests brought saffron and fear crowning me with d......

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...I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Li......

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...What’s wrong with me? I’ve been asking myself this all week. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I weigh questions coldly and logically. Then it hit to me.. it’s summer, silly and I'm in classes!......

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...In the flowing scroll of time, said Confucius, blood remembers where it came from. The mountain does not forget the stone, nor does the sea deny its river. You, Taiwan—jade carved from the same drago......

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..."Ode to You" You, the girl who learned to wear two worlds — Nigeria braided into your roots, England stitched into your stride. A quiet voice that holds galaxies, a sharp mind that slices throug......

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...A parrot, a toucan, a horse’s head, and a girl in red shoes follow a manikin walking like an Egyptian into the room where I used to dream. None of them speak. They just rearrange the brushes......

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..."The darkened sky stole my tears" Leaving me empty of ebony despair Fears fall like amber autumn leaves Bravery is braided in my somber soul Whispers of denim denial from Cursed child serve ......

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...I dreamt of a siren with crystal skin and quaint braided hair. her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure, coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus tightening at my throat The alluring notes pi......

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... born with hair slightly wavy as summer sea's crest, Mom would treat it as her morning decor ritual--- ponytailed, pinned at the crown with zigzag of ribbons, braided two-ways, and god know......

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...It begins at the crown where morning light first touches the geography of her scalp, then tumbles like water finding its own way down the curve of her neck ......

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...We stood in the cold night rain at the edge of the world on a bluff above the river, and everything— every thing— was alive with light. Rain braided my hair into the lea......

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... There’s a nadir of personal despair - In feminine terms it’s - No hair, no flair! My hairy genes caused me lifelong distress, I longed for a look I didn’t possess. I daydreamed of golden l......

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...The radiator whispered like breath beneath the old window (half opened for mercy) where cold fingers of air braided themselves with steam and the snow stayed only for seconds da......

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...Today, my hair is jazz— wild coils improvising in the wind, syncopated with no apology. It scats when I walk, riffs when I laugh, and plays the truth off-key because it knows perfection never ......

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...you were completely comfortable being miserable like pain was a roommate like the yelling was a lullaby like love was supposed to sting, and silence meant everything was fine he broke you in ch......

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