Sister Identity Poems

In verse I blend my roles, multiplicity defined..
A poet-mother-daughter, all within my design.

Sister, secretary, cleaner, nurse—my busy days abide..
Dreamer, philosopher, optimist, by my side.

Psychic and...

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"I am the absolute First and the absolute Last 
I am the esteemed and scorned 
I am the shameless woman and the holy elect 
I...

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Weaken from years of carrying a heavy load,
Confused about which path to take or which road.
Feeling lonely while there is noise all around,
Where should I...

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Mystery
Mother, Free Spirit, Friend, Teacher
Sister of Angelo, Lavelle, Shad and Angelica
Lover of Love, Orchids, Food, Spirituality, Nature and Horses
Who feels Painfully Misplaced, Love, Warmth and...

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First week  of March  2025
Last  week of March
Melancholy Molly and her sister 
Dolly stopped by  for a chat with 
Eat ...

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Oh flesh of many colors,
          brothers all are we,
       ...

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It's hard to explain why we complain
In any work together we do.
Each of means by "we" the same;
I mean "I" and you mean me ,...

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Everything is the same.
Remember my name?

All is one.
Even though
if I cared to I 
could count to 100.
Does that make me rare, too?

The bottomline:
we all want...

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Heaven Can You Hear Me?

This Poem Was Inspired by Acknowledging the Fact that I am One of 7 Billion, That I Have Significance, and that...

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I
She's now almost four months old
He is at least four months older
She is half-sister, sharing a mother
So far, she, Kaalnek, somewhat bolder
Than her half-brother, somewhat...

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I am, though I didn't ask to be,
A woman, a daughter, a sister, a mother.
Born into these roles, and know no other;
Even my name was...

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The society has dictated us enough.
What a man should wear and what a woman can
How to dress and how one can’t
“That is not how girls...

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She stood with her back turned to me
Leaning slightly towards where the light tapered off into darkness
Her faced buried deep inside her cupped hands 
Her...

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We started as one person, but the cell split
Into two, identicals. 
Called “The twins”
Twinsies
The Stone Twins.
Neither of us had a name.

“You can have them both,”...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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