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Monique Thomas Poem
by Being True
An escape is what I need so I'll take this bottle of aspirin
and go to sleep.
Float above the sky and into the unknown. Will I find
the happiness that I could not on Earth.
I see many things as I wander
yet I see nothing at all.
A transparent woman with shoulder length hair
is giving my a loving and knowing smile.
I wish I could touch her. I try and fail
each and every time.
She's getting farther and farther away from me and then
a flash.
Doctors surround me and cold electric medal is on me.
I hear nothing. Feel nothing.
Then freedom comes and I fly.
Looking down at my body on the table.
I have died.
Copyright © Monique Thomas | Year Posted 2008
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Monique Thomas Poem
by Being True
Like a seed I am trying to
grow into the flower that
can show y outer and inner me
I am the stem. I am the petal.
I am the Rose.
My outer beauty stuns those in my presence
regardless of the
colors that I may be showing.
through my existence, independently,
I realize that it's hard in this life
but it's worth staying around for
and when I serve my purpose
my petals break down. One by one until
the only thing left is the stem that kept me up with care.
I'm sad to leave but
When I see the smile of the
recipient of my presence I am
filled with pride.
Copyright © Monique Thomas | Year Posted 2008
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Monique Thomas Poem
by Being True
Land of the free. Home of the brave.
I have reached America
but I am still a slave.
My skin, brown, black, olive, tan
is intertwining
with the color conscious man.
What's more is that I am a
Woman who has to demand respect.
I don't know how much longer I can take this.
It is starting to effect...
Land of the free. Home of the brave.
I have reached America but
I am still a slave.
Copyright © Monique Thomas | Year Posted 2008
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Monique Thomas Poem
by Being True
You release your anger across my face.
The sting so sudden like eyes maced.
Rivers flood in the valley of my eyes.
They finally escape by the blow of your hand.
Skin on face so sensitive.
No longer scared.
This is now a war filled land.
Used to be beautiful.
Smiles a plenty.
Guess that's over and done.
This love I had is no longer fun.
You released your anger across my face and
you've won.
Copyright © Monique Thomas | Year Posted 2008
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