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Elegy for the wounds that raised me

Do I fear you, thank you, 
or hate you for hanging round. 
I fear I'd been somebody else
who stood on solid ground. 

I thank you, cause you made me this, 
but I hate the reasons why. 
I fear it might just free my soul
when you finally say goodbye. 

I hate you for staying here this

Raised Without A Father

Being raised without a father is like living with one ear and one eye
Disabled is the way the child would feel leaving him to wish he would die
Where are the fathers that are making the babies these days
Being a father isn't a game or just a short phase
It's a gift, a privilege and a responsibility
You

The last time you raised your hand

"The Last Time You Raised Your Hand"

This
is the last time
you raise your hand against me.

This skin,
this temple,
this war-torn body you tried to claim —
I take it back.

You thought love
was something you could twist at the wrist,
bend at the knee,
snap at the neck of my dreams —
but I am unbreaking.

I have stitched myself up
with the thread

The hunter that raised a monster

Deep in the forest where various monster beast abode
The hunter dares himself to enter the dangerous zone
To hunt for games that is rich for gains

Under the big Iroko tree lies the little animal 
Having a soft and fluffy coat designed with bright colors
A bright orange and white color patterned with black stripes

They call it a

The House That Raised Me

I was built like the old oak table—
steady, bearing the weight 
of voices heavier than mine.
They spoke of storms I didn't start, 
left me to sweep the broken glass 
as if my hands weren't small, 
as if they hadn't splintered already.

They stitched a story from my silence,
painted me in wildfire shades,
called it defense when they

Raised by a narcissist

Until last Wednesday I never thought 
I'd been bought up by narcacist, the thought made me distraught 
But then the memories flooded back in
A narcissist raised me, now let me begin 

I thought of my childhood as safe and happy
Never rich but always savvy 
There's nothing I ever went without 
Apart from love, I see

Raised by Trauma

My body is an ear.

Absorbing whispers meant for others' mouths that only close to wait to shove out more sound. 

In other directions.

Towards another mouth.
Mouths who vomit sounds for the sake of sound.
Mouths that speak without a plan for other mouths.

Earless mouths.

Blathering on until they forget why they opened.

Holes from which echoed flatulence reverberates.

Unmeant for

Spring Sonnet

Spring Sonnet

The microscopic lifeforms in my soil
Sense the rising in degrees Celsius.
Old Summer’s red wiggler worms now uncoil,
While hungry birds look down most odious.

Most showers now done, the weeds envelope
The surviving herbs, flowers, plus veggies.
Like the weeds, slimy molluscs interlope,
Quitting the shadows with their progenies.

Scooping composted chicken & steer 
Into my orange Home Depot buckets;
Troweling

A Daunting Mountain Slavery Raised

A Daunting Mountain Slavery Raised

An injured knee suffers in times of rain.
   Seasons of counting costs raises mountains of debt. 
Yet... faith can move a mountain,
      At the expense of Love... immeasurable.

There is forgiveness, 
   Until next time, 
      When the

Pinkie Raised, Chin Aligned

I dance in my mind 
     glass slippers trail behind

   Twirling pirouettes
     tea and crepe suzettes

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God Raised Me Up

 
The angel of death kissed my lips each time,
and I felt since a child that I was doomed;
yet, his touch upon my cheek was sublime,
with his heaven aura sweetly perfumed.

And I felt since a child that I was doomed,
I wondered why did death pause just for me;
with his heaven aura sweetly perfumed,
on wings rising

Missouri Raised

Growing up in Podunk Missouri,
meant that we had the freedom to roam.
Up and down rivers and wooded hills,
those places that we called home.

Picked berries, peaches, plums, and cherries,
and at least the ones that didn’t fill our bellies.
Mom would turn them into some mighty fine,
pies, cookies, canned juices and jellies.

Morel mushrooms in the frying pan, 
could

Raised With Love

I was raised with love 
Alot of smiles from everybody around
Even now 
But it was alot of affection 
Being brought up by majority women
Gave me the wrong impression 
Because while they was giving me
 hugs And kisses 
I'm over here enjoying every minute 
They failed to show me the difference 
Meaning 
That this is the

Cellular Minds Raised From Their Beds

A push-button blood alarm
scans the receptivity of softly ticking ears.
It is the ever-wakening
never snoozing
internet jungle calling.

Fasting birds as large as velociraptors
insist on being called parrots,
a raucous conversation hardly heard
as it filters through
3-D printed flugelhorns.

A cell awakes vibrates within an ear socket
demanding its early morning diaper change.
Little silver bells are clanging,
A sub-audial cacophony of eager voices
discharging

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