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Dion Slider Poem
The mirror on the wall at one time, did not
present a reflection of what love should be.
It returned the belittling of passed down
judgments, resentments, and angst.
Like a deep pond of self-loathing, it mirrored
brown eyes that sing a song of deep hate.
Day or night, brief or permanent, each glance
caused a longing for reconciliation.
Craving to befriend the one who embodies my
image, whom I’ve never got the chance to know
until now, despite both of us sharing the warm
waters of pain’s birthing pool, brothers of spirit.
Entertained suicidal ideations, witness drastic changes
in perspectives thought to be set in stone. Down in my
soul's depths, I harvest the need of you as you of me,
vowing to see you, while learning to accept what I’ve become.
The Mirror's reflection now resembles what love should be,
supreme.
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The sun warms and lights,
paths of both black and white.
As the free throw dinner parties,
the enslaved run for freedom,
in the backdrop of night.
The sun’s blaze gave warmth to picnics,
fishing ponds, and river dips, her brilliance
illuminating blood soaked cotton fields,
echoing screams caused by cracked whips.
Beneath lunar brilliance, fire and ash is
Highlighted, spawned from voices still unheard.
El sol reveals the nights damages, while disenfranchised
protest injustice, clinging to hope’s word.
The moon cried as they were hunted and lynched.
The sun’s tears flowed as she watched the
lives fight for every inch. That night,
they had a meeting of the light.
On this day, they made a decision,
not to shine on man's indecision.
It’s been dark ever since.
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It is not because you say I am, I am simply
because I’m me. Before my mother's womb,
before your thoughts or perceptions, It's been
written that the Universe knew me.
She gives me everything I need, from the top
of my head to the bottom of my feet. No, it's not
you that tells me my worth, to her I’m priceless
like smiles on children.
Your hate deemed me invaluable, a perception based
on lies believed, shamed me into thinking I was nothing,
I believed in you, acting in accordance to your wishes,
I was became the fool.
However, scales that once blinded are now removed,
ears once deafened by your screams of hate, are now
opened to the sweet voice of truth. A voice once trapped
behind pursed lips and gritted teeth, now free to speak!
I am, that I am.
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Taken from Wakanda rich, forced on a ship, let
the fifth amend begin, black lives for cash, moon kissed
midnight flesh driven downward, their passage last class;
into designated despair with a sting of lash.
Oppressed then separated, exasperated tears fall from blue
black faces that cry upward, into blue black places, southern
abyss, oh how long, will this go on! Forever it seems,
pain increases imagination, fueling royal blue dreams.
The best were found bathing in shekinah glory, flowing up
south the Hapi river, snatched and given no name,
soon Kings became sharecroppers, Queens became mammies,
from crowns to chains.
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