Comingles Poems - Poems about Comingles

...I am neither brown nor white nor black My skin tone is somewhere between ivory And pale, like the color of the crayon We used to paint flesh in coloring books Those who know call it melanin. They......

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...Good morning, men; We wake this dawn on a battlefield prepared before us. The dew has not yet dried and the scent of earth comingles in the mist. Some of you wake alone, while some of you wake w......

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...He tells me it’s his duty My chest caves in Tears wash over me I feel sick all over I do not leave his side for weeks Fear won’t let me loosen my grip He’s dressed and armed I can watch his excite......

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