Sister Poverty Poems

Endless Thirst

The world is shaking, 
but I am not. 
The world is afraid, 
but fear, 
feeds itself... 

The sky is blue, 
and the clouds are...

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The beating of the Mill,
we hear it down the hill.
It is the town's heartbeat.
No children on the street
already in the shop
to labor till they drop.
Sold...

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I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried...

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Daughter "2" Father
Hey, Dad, can I talk to you?
I understand the things you’ve been through 
But look at what I've been through
I survived and forgive...

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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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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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Right Hand Twist
With a twisted sexuality like that
Anything was possible

Especially when you were called Zenky
And were from Oldham

The most deprived town in England
But that doesn’t...

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Dear sister...You, Charles, and Mom: all three,
     a part of my life forever; I love 
you all! But this sonnet is...

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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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He is so angry; school is the least of his worries.
Sad are his days; he is nine.
Grandma wants to kick them out; step grandpa hates...

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Dear Shari Todd – written July 29, 2015

While rifling thru outdated writing, 
     which virtual thumbing
     wrought...

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Tears fall and I crave
tears fall and out the window I gaze
to a place of peace where a piece of me
belonged to something special searching
to...

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OGUNLABI OLAJIDE - NativePen
INDEPENDENCE
TIME OF THOUGHT: 01:15AM
DATE OF THOUGHT: 22/03/2010

Oh! Oh! Oh!
Our soul cries
The thought of 'it' strucked us all
We are indeed thirsty for freedom
We...

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BENEATH

Blood streaming down the streets.
Babies screaming, future seized.
I can't find my mum no more,
My sister just buried alive,
My brother being compiled,
My uncle sipping the horror...

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