Brother Poverty Poems

How do I start this story, 
Let’s begin with an optimistic reader,
Who happens to be my brother,
I got to tell you I really revere him...

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A man reached me at the market that day.
He lifted two handcrafted seats on his head.
He urged, "Won't you buy my chairs?" Today.
Nobody took my...

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JUMP IN JOY
I slept under punches last night,
Smiled to the hypocrisy of guns on my face,
Wondering how many night and days I should live,
And you...

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Time froze for a second,
But life didn't come to an end.
People just stopped at their places,
Capturing their moments was me
Before time races.

Mom stopped with a...

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We keep covering our faces with masks because we dont want to risk getting infected by inhalation 

But we keep contaminating our lungs daily by...

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To my darling Alexia Lynn
Please remember where you’ve been
And I hope someday to finally see
The world has become part of your fantasy
And to your older...

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Six months after my Mother decided to move 
     out of the house, which only she and I shared. 

 ...

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Empty Glass 
Stained

The house is empty. 
The dogs...
are barking again. 
This happens, 
and.

It is left hanging there, 
for a reason. 
The word...
Says little and less,...

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Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch 

(dedicated to my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch Sr.)

I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ...
though first, usually,...

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Fidgit Christmas Jitters

I want to write about Christmas cookies, 
Angels that hang on the tree, 
and look at me…
then smile.

I want to write about Mistletoe,...

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Tribute to The Street Kids of Mumbai Documentary  


I  used to pick pockets
And steal tomato at the market place
I beg on the streets...

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New draft Zimbabwe’s 




Tribute Documentary Zimbabwe’s Forgotten Children


Mama will be left behind when I die
I’m too sick to survive
My education was put to an end
When...

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In Truth, He Dies

"Kevin"

Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.

You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
 
But...

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My dad, born today, the 17th of February
   bucked fate head-on, courageous and daring

Raised in a home on a block so poor
 ...

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I Wish I Had More!

By: Woodrow Lucas

Hey man!! I know it's cold out here.  Here is a dollar and a God Bless You. ...

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