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All I hear are sirens echoing off tall buildings; a drunk man ranting, a prostitute looking for her next trick, a drug addict looking for his next fix. Young teenage kids who seem to have just learned the art of curse. A young couple fist fighting in the streets---more sirens. A homeless man pan-handling, picking up cigarette butts and smoking a hole into his neck, gum pushed deeper into concrete marked blacker with every step. All I hear are sirens and I say a little prayer for the person in the back. Trains and boats chiming in the distance, a stray cat limping into an unknown existence...must be nice to have nine lives! Yet, all I hear are sirens in this concrete urban forest, where trees are replaced with buildings and cars are the only waves I hear, street lights in place of the stars, sirens in place of the wind.

I close my paper eyelids tight, i can hear in this concrete urban forest of man-nature, for a glimpse, a stolen second in time, the sound of Mother Nature...she still sings and she's crying. She's crying for the people in the back of all those sirens. She cries for her bush the drunk man urinated on; the puddle of blood collecting on her blades of grass that a young man drew from his womans lips. She cries for her branch the teenage kids snapped for fun. She's crying - Mother Nature - is crying, because man - nature takes her place. In this concrete urban forest...all I hear are sirens and I close my paper eyes; i try to reach out and steal the tear off of - Mother Nature's - face. All I hear are sirens and im saddened, man-nature takes her place.

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Woman

Day by day we pray to stay alive, ladies, the face of this world is slowly changing, no longer do we need to hold our heads in disgrace, and it’s about time we take our place. No longer let us be connived, nor let us forget the silent cries in trees that our sista’s souls are still hangin’, see the true in others denies rather waistin’ yourself complaining. Nor keep us from strength to stand by man, strength to leave if struck by hand, no more bruises upon our face for we also help to make this race. No more scars upon our souls for only marked with beauty moles and let our stories be fortold for we are women who behold, a key to inspiration and moral pride, coming out of our hide, Gods rules are to which one should only apply, but most chose pain to keep inside, left alone and died. Your elimination of God’s creation, we are but faith to this nation. Men of ignorance we are sick of belligerence, cuz we prove intelligence, cuz where there’s no woman there is no man strong and on this land we belong as distinct and separate persons walk along. Before your ignorance get the respect that you so vainly seek, practice what you claim til' all things you do or speak shall in reality be the same, nor let us be so eased to blame and give us our well earned past due fame, all musical and sorrowful stories contained. My people, make me proud to know your name and I’ll return the favour by doing the same.
For all men whom think us fast, remember the good ones always finish last, we women are still raped future and past so personally you can kiss my ... In us your babies wombs all your life fluids we consume, to mothers growing up too soon, to those mommas babies and daddy’s maybes.....REMEMBER, when your round to actin' shady, we are the ladies of this land, women with pride we stand, I am a WOMAN and for equal respect, I would do it again!!!

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The Unwilling Prisoner

I have a heart, I am still a person I paved the way for you.  I was young and agile once, tender and fresh faced too. I used to have young blissfull love that shone from within, now all the memories that I have are the wrinkles on my skin. Every scar and wrinkle tells a storey about my journey and the reasons behind my sobs, so when you come to work and you are feeling stressed remember that i am the reason you have this job. I was greiving the loss of my partner then time kept slipping away, God said i have to take them but it is here you have to stay, so please remember when u come to work that this is my new home i was yanked from the house i worked for, dumped here and left alone.  When I scream and cry for help please don't get mad at me, I am scared and freightened in this place i dont come to work and leave. I hate that I cannot control myself and feel that I am a burden, remember that this isn't jail and you are not my warden. Please....please remember that your voice and face is probably the last thing that i'll hear and see, so step in my shoes and picture yourself, fast forward to when you are me. Please hold my hand and care for me so i do not feel alone, please make my last journeys on this plane be beautiful before the Most High takes me home.

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I Danced With the Devil But Stepped On His Toes

I slide my tongue across my lips; I taste salt from where my tears once fell. The serpents been winning the race, Infiltration of my desires take procession, I’m standing in the mirror and I don’t recognize my own reflection. It’s not the flesh but the soul that’s been disquised, every carnal temptation he’s devised oh how quickly I’ve come to oblige. I need to hit rock bottom and slow my pace, at this point he’s winning the race, baking firm an eternal glaze upon my face. I care so much that I care not. I’m so hungry yet no food is sought. Feel so much sorrow that I’m not dolorous, sing so loud but leave absent the chorus.
I’m vulnerable, looking for warmth in another’s touch, simply falling victim to his charms like a little girl searching for warmth in her daddy’s arms. Though, he provided no warmth, he didn’t provide much, just the foundation, the stepping stone where he left his prints; of course I followed with every step slipping farther from the grasps of temperance. You can call me an abuser Lord, I abused your love, snapped the wing of your symbolic dove, snapped too the wings of thee angel upon the golden gate, funny how I just read Job and he knew not his fate.
Thank you for trampling me into the ground, into the dust from which I roze, into utter darkness living with consequences to paths I chose. I thought you were guided me completely from the light, in reality it was never out of sight, even your own shadow leaves you in darkness. Give me the courage that I seek, give me strength when I am weak, and at times make me weak where I am strong. Give me positive passion for life like the passion in “Solomon’s Song”.

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A Million Pieces of You

Today your vase broke, my symbol of hope, a way of holding on to a piece, a fragment of your soul, emotions rising to the surface, buried deep, your ashes in soil, growing now in that tree of hope, your heaven all it's own, this vase made house a home. Alone I sit picking up the million pieces of this piece of you, your soul, my way of holding on not dealing with this hole that was left. I placed so much value in this material vase, my make belief testament of our memories and time we shared. A million, scattered, shattered, fragmented pieces here, crocodile tears...I feel you standing there, knowing it's in my heart, where, you've always been, not in some material fragile glass. I inherited your vase in your sudden demise, now in pieces of me, cherished it so dear. A million little pieces, this sliver of a glitter of glass draws red, and, I realize all the things that were left unsaid, I'm still alive, but you're the one more alive than dead. You cannot take these material things through the next life, all you have is the love of this one, the things you took the time to share and say, nor can you lean for comfort upon them, but today i did,today it was ok, because I knew it was you who broke it! Scattered, shattered, these emotions, brought to the surface, I'm feeling the million pieces of healing. Silly of me to place your soul in a vase, some glass of art, as if it's what defines you in all these pieces, all these parts. I suck the red from my rings of print and i taste the thought and I hold the best part, it's not in this material vase that I carry you, your carried in my heart!

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He Takes My Heart For Free

When i look at him, my heart beats strong and as thunderous as a POW wows drums. The flames of passions fire burns within my soul, my blood boils. He cools me with his touch, yet my skin melts under the finger prints of his flesh; anything of myself that I own suddenly, briefly becomes empty and numb.  His energy, his power swims through my rivers that were once my veins, to that one look I have succumbed.
   He unlocks the love in me, I love that his one smile takes my heart for free. He walks into my rooms, he unlocks my doors, unveiling my house; his lips are the keys. My heart, my home, my house once filled with cracks and chores, in walls where my secrets lie still, love kissed mysteries.
   His eyes creak in my bones like hardwood floors, every step wearing my polish thin. His one look makes any thoughts of anger, anguish, yearning and hurt abolish from within.  His images play in my pallette like children’s laughter that sings through the wind.
   His eyes, his lips, his presence, his touch, he is my work of art. His colors paint a masterpiece in every inch in every part. 
Vibrant my colors,
Within me,
That one look takes my heart for free.

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My Mommy Is My Daddy Too

My mommy is my daddy too. She comforts me, she gives me strength, always saying how much she loves me and that my daddy does too...my daddy? My daddy who? Who is my dad, doesn’t he care?
She nurtures, feeds, teaches and disciplines me, tells me life isn’t always fair. Where are you dad, why aren’t you there?
It’s my birthday, she tells me “baby I’m sure he’ll call”, I sat by the phone it did not ring no not at all. She gives me hugs and wipes my tears....where is my daddy? Why isn’t he here? Only met him once in all these years.
She always tells me "It will be okay", but it’s not you see, because at the end of the day, my mommy is my daddy, it’s always been that way.
I tell my mom I miss my dad, she says “yes baby he misses you too”, really mom? You’re a liar, I don’t believe you, and it’s not true. I tell her I hate her for making you go away, she says “I know you’re angry, but I love you anyway”. She tells me “baby no matter what we still have each other”, I tell her I don’t need her, I need my father, but my father is my mother and I love her.
I love her, for all these years, masked behind her silent heartbroken tears, she never complained nor spoke a harsh word of you, was always...he loves you dear it’s true.
She chased away boys, mending my broken hearts, was at all of my games and encouraged my arts. Sometimes she would stare and say I have your eyes, “he's a real great man” and I used to believe her even though it was all lies.
She would go days without food and work double shifts, skip a bill so I would have Christmas gifts. She always stayed true; my mommy was my daddy too.
I love you the stranger that you are. I know the next time I see you it will probably be your demise; your other children will be there and I will give them a hug, no bitter resentment, just love and no cries. I’ll tell you, I forgive you, thank you and no hard feelings, because my mommy was my daddy.........not you!

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My Daughter

My Daughter..

You are infinite tears of happiness and indefinite smiles of pain.
You are every star in the universe and every galaxy the heavens contain.
You are the radiance of every sunrise, the thunder in every storm.
You are every flower blooming new growth within me since the day that you were born.
You are my saviour and my hero, every blessing known to man,
You are the strength i take in every step and the courage where i stand.
You are every word and intellect in all the novels that ive read,
You are every lyric in a lullaby ive sung to you as ive tucked you into bed.
You are every single wrinkle and stretch mark that adorns my aging skin,
You are my heart that beats in rythm, you are the blood in my veins within.
You are the past, the history, the present, the future, the conscience in parallels of another plane.
You are the soul that chose me as your mother, my daughter how i wish i could do it all again.
You are every mistake that ive ever made, only in the sense that ive made them all on you.....because if theres ever one thing i got perfect in life....well....my daughter...it is you !!!!!!......piph. A.T. A.T....written by yours truly. Amy.

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Perfection

Imperfection is perfection
 according to my laws,
only God can give discretion 
and judge me for my flaws.

I usually don't like to explain my poetry, i like to leave it in a metaphoric view and let the reader guide the poem and visa versa but, when i say imperfection is perfection, I simply mean...nothing in this world is perfect, everyone and everything has some sort of flaw, bend or scar and everything combined is what makes life so beautiful, hence the fact that nothing is perfect and without flaw, is perfection in itself.

Best Poems Written by Amy Epiphany Tunks

Humanity Wears a Face

Urban Forest

Woman

The Unwilling Prisoner

I Danced With the Devil But Stepped On His Toes

A Million Pieces of You

He Takes My Heart For Free

My Mommy Is My Daddy Too

My Daughter

Perfection