Long Colorblind Poems

The hearts of white men are silently fuming
The spirits of  angry widows steadily   grow bitter 
The bosoms of weeping mothers  open wide
While the relics of the past kept washing upon our...

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I babysit the daughter (Ivy) of a doctor at the hospital where I volunteer, accumulating ‘clinical hours’ for my med school applications. According to my mom, the purpose of my current existence is to get...

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Was the purpose of your absence an attempt at causing me pain? 
That crippling feeling, a spider spinning its web inside my mind. 
That arachnid, poisonous, jeers the word space like a handicap. 
That parasitic...

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The Christmas lights shine while the temple bells
Toll. The baby lies bloody on the bed- 'delivered'.
Its dusk, a shade of grey dusk but again a dark blue
Around the corner; not a sound did roll nor...

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in the beginning of a prior life
i took my first breath in the heart of a pyramid
shrouded is lapus lazuli light emitted from sandstone walls
singing a song smiling in Winter Worn Waves
written by the water...

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I draw daydreams devoid of grammar.
Jumble memories with synonyms.
Cook laughter with adjectives.
Flirt with rhymings.
Drool over oxymorons.

My masterpiece is not just another
crushed paper.
Or left stale at the back of a 
hotel bill.
Or a long text message
killed...

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Wake up America, 
Arise from your slumber
Media has desensitized your minds
We live in a new world of technology that has made you colorblind
Meaningless, with deeper meaning
Music lyrics have been subconsciously stealing
While you think it’s the...

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Justice For George

In Honor of George Floyd and the innocent lives stolen before and after him…
-God Bless the family of George Floyd

-From my heart to yours…Meghan C. Hutchings

A façade of armor hiding the weak
Lost followers...

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Glass shattered like shattered dreams.
I'm stepping on the pieces
and bleeding from the stings.
I try to mend the pieces
to preserve the illusion of satisfaction.
Those illusions like a land of hope,
held treasured.
Most of the time it leads...

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My Dearest Nancy,

Real friends are hard to find
In a place where most are colorblind
A place where we can make such a mess
And carry the weight of the world upon our chest
Real friends are treasure… much...

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Garden of thoughts bloom inside our heads
Unlike some, our flowers aren't dead
The rain washes away all the dirt 
No more will our roots be hurt 

Whilst in the trees 
We are given our release
A go...

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It's a mystery to me. The meaning and identifying particles of DNA that ancestors passed along to me. It's been said we have many colors on our paint bed, but still I can't fit in...

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Brain dead again, once more again
just stringing along dead end thoughts
running out of ideas today
The writers' disease is prevalent, the dreaded writers' block
It's a sickness, unavoidable
oh well
I'll find a way to win this short battle
oh...

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Is it the color of my skin that keeps you from being my lady friend?
Tell me my African American Queen; Maybe I just lack self-esteem.
       I keep your pretty...

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Living a 3D technology 
in our visual world of reality 
where one is so much less without the other
Two realities side by side
in it’s depths we came alive
seeing through each lens of a different color
...

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"Write about the sky." you said to me.
But that's were I drew a blank & couldn't think.
I wasn't sure where to start, so I just stared at the sky absently.
This little girl came up, so...

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They laid and built a new road;

in the heat of the day it looks
like a stretched curved spine 
along which newly planted trees 
grow their skimpy wishbones
as they file along the verge.

There is no shade...

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As we look back on the path blazed by Jr MLK. 
Seeing the progress wondering what he’d say. 
The work has begun and the game changed. 
But there’s lots more minds to be rearranged. 

People...

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A poet is never happy
A poet is never stoic
A place where it doesn’t belong
Is a place a poet calls home.
Forty Quinn was right,
If a person doesn’t have trauma,
It’s not a person at all.
What does a...

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My eyes are veiled
No hint of wild seduction
No hungry look of passion
No gleam of admiration
No twinkle of satisfaction
My eyes are veiled

Nothing from my soul passes through
The curtains of this window are drawn
I peek through unseeing
Colorblind...

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I put them down beside your grave,
A wreath of roses, scent they gave,
Alluring as the the water’s guile,
Obscuring as the sinner’s smile,
But nonetheless an earthly slave.

Blooming, now, and blushing rose,
False smile, wilt and decompose,
Waiting till’...

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Muslims

One Muslim greeted me in the park yesterday. I said hello; completely unaware.
Another Muslim passed by the other day. I nodded and smiled; completely unaware. 
Again a Muslim crossed my path and still; I remained...

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LIFE   IN   THE   FREAK   ZOO

When you meet a deaf guy no one says  - 
Wow, can’t  you hear this  (whistle)?
How about this (bell)? ...

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A pretty flower solitary in an abandoned field of endless weeds
-unpicked by a weed lover, who is unfaithful.
A long zigzagging crack on a ruined wall
containing pockets of moss green moss,
glistening, and glossy
-harboring a colorblind emerald...

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shift of power
those who have it
to those who dont
the tables turn
and at the center
we hold these six coins
among reflections of life lessons
truths and blessings
shuffle my deck clean
the marble in my brain is rolling around
sabatoge the...

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