Dedication Rights Poems

In shadows cast by history's pen,
A tale of strength begins again.
From fields of struggle, rises the song,
Black voices echoing, bold and strong.

Harriet's courage, a guiding...

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Become a Tennis VIP,
A Visually Impaired Player - just like me,
No matter how your sight loss occurred,
Your vision black, incomplete, or blurred,
With adapted rules and...

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Still Trying To Get Big Babies On Board with a Rational Ethics

"I detesht having to shtep outshide for a shigarette."
-- a drunk to his drunk...

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Dr. Martin's dream is a dream for many generations
Past, present and future… Life is about hope, compassion
Love, freedom and justice. It's not asking for too...

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Be who you want to be, travel to places you want to see,
do what you want to do, it’s our god given right we can...

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We, the people of this planet, are not perfect. Many of us have baggage or hang-ups. 

We live with diversity and just because one person...

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Filial Child 

Halfway to heaven, 
so thrilled to be saved.
My life, 
changed forever.
Filled with your spirit,
wrestles to serve. 

On fire…
in the night,
running through the streets,...

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Daily Lives

Quietly I walk into the room. 
You have been asleep for hours. 
You got home late, 
not for the first time,
not the last. 
Days...

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A Statement

When I was young, 
my Aunt burned her braw. 
She fought for rights, 
for me, and my daughter(s), 
that I had no idea, 
I...

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Not a Rat

If I had a cat, 
but I don't and won't, 
but I might still. 

If I had a cat...
I might, take flight, 
from...

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A Limp and Aspirins

I sit at the edge of the bed, 
my hip hurts, 
my back aches, 
and my legs are on fire. 
Not for...

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Night Labor, for Rachel Corrie
by Michael R. Burch 
 
Tonight we keep the flame alive;
we keep the candle lit.
We burn bright incense in your name
and...

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When Friends Are More

My mother, 
I wish to be disowned. 
My father, 
died. 
My step father… 
too dark. 
The rest, 
worthless people, 
that take. 

How...

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When Is

The answer to the question, 
unasked…
as I had no idea
it was presented.
People look on. 
Watchful.
Judgmental.
Estranged and naive.

You are friendly. 
You laugh. 
You are happy....

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Boxes of Hope

In the attic there is tensile. 
Bright and lovely, reflective pieces
of fluff to begin the journey. 

One, two, three,
a dozen cardboard containers. 
I...

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