I met an old man by the road,
Shakingly yet sturdy strode.
Shimmery crown adorned his head
The wrinkled skin ran across embed.
'I am blessed', he said.
' Many are gone', deep laid.
Those eyes brimmed a thousand tales,
Which await the strenuous sails.
His smile made my heart glad,
The past glories in full clad.
Barefoot he plod; the cold doesn't kill
As he mount the steep hill.
The blurry cloud descended.
As I turn back and headed
To the path of fresh trail,
A dint of the old man behold the dale.
Categories:
shakingly, age, art, autumn, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Days ago, in the realm of sleep
I stepped into another man's shoes.
When I walked out of them,
from the dream I woke weeping.
These shoes were on the feet
of a black youth of sixteen years.
I saw through his eyes,
and Jim Crow still ruled the day.
I saw color through his eyes,
not the black and white of the screens.
I saw a restaurant filled with laughter,
a family of smiles and of love.
I saw a boy with not much schooling,
trying to learn how to write a sign.
I saw the mood shift through his eyes,
when brutes walked in with hate in theirs.
I saw, through his eyes now tearing,
black and white - yelling and screaming.
I saw the struggle to keep writing,
as slurs fell like the blows that followed.
I saw not what his hands were weaving,
while focused on pale beasts posing as men.
Not 'til he shakingly held up his work,
and I saw his eyes land on his words.
"Those men won't let me speak,
because my words might heal."
I stepped into another man's shoes
days ago, in the realm of sleep.
I know not the cobbler, nor the sender,
but from the message I woke weeping.
Categories:
shakingly, dream, hate, pain, race,
Form: Free verse
In science class, the teacher asks a question,
And I know that I can solve this situation.
I raise my hand and she calls me, smiling
Then I rise to answer and start speaking.
But the words come out in a choked whisper
So feeble and unsure, they couldn't be softer,
My heart starts pounding as I try not to look weak
Trying though struggling to properly speak.
After the answer, everyone stares at me
I gasp and look down, trying not to let them see
The tears that I know will fall and will not stop
As I shakingly mumble, "I'll just shut up."
Categories:
shakingly, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme