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Janice Carolina Poem
I would fight for you,as you would fight for me,I would stand with you for your child.
I would run with you,I would walk with you a foot or a country mile.
I would march with you I would teach with you,I would learn from you . I would do and be anything you needed me to be.
I would do these things willingly for I was born to love my people, to believe in my people, to want for them the best.
I was born to be a part of my people, ,their struggles,my struggles, their pain, my pain trials, my trials, test, my test.
For I So love my people,they taught me respect ,and my history, and how important I was and how important we all are, and how it was important , I always give, and love, and honor all of my people,the young and the old.
To the young it was my task to teach what I'd been taught to pass on all the love, the dreams,
the knowledge they had given me to share the stories I had been told.
I learned of their struggles,of the horrible burdens they had to bear, and how they persevered through so many things and reached out in all their pain to bring along,to share,to be a family to all their people even the ones not here,
They gave me culture, and spiritually, and laughter,and life, and consistently made sure I was aware.
As they are my people, you are my people,all of you and I love you with all that is me,
And with each and every part and breath that is,I will be with you till the Universe decides my time to rest or all of us are Really free
Copyright © Janice Carolina | Year Posted 2018
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Janice Carolina Poem
I would fight for you as I would fight for me,I would stand with you for your child.
I would run with you,I would walk with you a foot or a country mile.
I would march with you, teach with you, learn from you
I would do and be anything you needed me to be.
I would sing with you, I would pray with you until all of us can be free.
I would do these things willingly for I was born to love my people" to believe in my people, to want for them the best !
I was born to be a.part of my people and the things that we must do, their struggles, my struggles, their pain, my pain" trials, my trials, their test, my test.
For I so Love my people, they taught me respect" and my history and how important I am and we all are, how I must always give, and love" and honor all of my people, young and old.
The young it was my job to teach what I learned to pass it on with love, the dreams, the knowledge they had given me to share, the stories I'd been told.
I'd learned of their struggles, of the horrible burdens they had to bare and how they persevered through so many things, and reached out in all their pain to bring along, to share, to be a family to all their people not just the ones that were there.
They gave me culture, and spiritually, and laughter, and life, and consistently made sure I was aware.
As they are my people, you are my people. All you, and I love you with all that is me.
And with each and every part and breath that is, I wii be with you with you till the universe decides my time to rest or all of us are REALLY FREE.
For The Love Of My People
Copyright © Janice Carolina | Year Posted 2020
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Janice Carolina Poem
Sometimes I feel as if our World has become....
Travel to a Universe, a place still unknown, exploring strangeness, galaxies, afraid, intrigued by the mystery, the danger of it all.
What will we learn in this new world, aliens looking like us, our reality, threatening to invade, abduct our thoughts, what plan. They come to ensure our world will fall
Is there a united future for this place we share together.We must all all share this land.
We have become the fear, the hate, the divided man against man.
We are Lost.......
Copyright © Janice Carolina | Year Posted 2020
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Janice Carolina Poem
Sometimes i take myself deep inside of me to a quiet place.
I have no concept of time or things or space
I absorb the quiet. I listen to the voice inside of me.
So far away from what is outside, the world. The silence sets me free.
The questions that I ask outside, in the silence, the answers come from within.
The quiet explains where I need to go, what I need to know from the places I have been.
Ancestors voices I can hear in the quiet in the silent place..
The wisdom of their words so clear..
The power of the Grace.
Quiet deep, deep, disengaged from everything that in this World exist.
Until it's time to bring me back. The wonder of the return filled with peace and bliss.
Copyright © Janice Carolina | Year Posted 2020
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