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Jewels Chavira Poem
Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.
Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.
Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.
Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!
Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games
And escape My Black Abyss.
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The day I die I’ll be free
Free from pain
Free from hate
Free from a broken heart
The day I die I’ll find peace
Peace from my mind
Peace from my soul
Peace from emotions
The day I die I’ll find answers
Answers of life
Answers of death
Answers of pain
The day I die I will laugh
Laugh at my mistakes
Laugh at my falls
Laugh at myself
The day I die I’ll remember
Remember my family
Remember my first love
Remember my friends
Copyright © Jewels Chavira | Year Posted 2012
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You kicked me down and beat me
senseless,
Yet I live to tell the tale.
Your goal was to break me and leave me
lifeless,
But you did not prevail.
You wish the worst for me.
You made my every nightmare come true,
But I survived and I am free,
And there is nothing you can do.
My wings are bruised but not broken.
My wounds will heal,
And you will be forgotten.
I’ll soar in the sky and you won’t take me
down.
My wings are bruised but not broken.
My tears have shed,
And my cuts have bled,
But I am not dead,
I’m like a bird in the sky,
And you’re like dirt on the ground.
I shall forever fly,
And you are forever earth bound
My wings were bruised but not broken.
My wounds are healed,
And you are forgotten.
I soar in the sky and you can’t take me
down.
My wings were bruised but not broken.
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They are powerful,
They are the “great ones.”
They are thoughtful,
They are the “true ones”.
Some Traders long ago made Them march a long trail
A long trail that was said to lead them to the “Promised Land”
It was the “Trail of Tears” and there was no such a land for Them
The Traders lied and watched Them weaken and die
They are not “Savages”,
They are not “Indians”,
They are marvelous,
They are Native Americans.
All this is Their land and those Traders took it
They treated the Traders with kindness
And the Traders betrayed them
The Traders said that They didn’t “deserve” this land
They are powerful,
They are the “great ones.”
They are thoughtful,
They are the “true ones.”
The Traders said they were weak
They were not weak the Traders were weak
The traders only wanted Their land to look for “gold”
They lived for so long “without” gold.
They are not “Savages”,
They are not “Indians”,
They are marvelous,
They are Native Americans.
The Traders now call themselves “Americans”
The Traders now say that Immigrants should go back
The traders are immigrants too
Why don’t the Traders go back and give the “True Americans” their land?
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In the darkest day
In the darkest night
I stand there screaming
I stand there in darkness
I fell in the black box
I am kept here locked
I cry for help
I am not heard
I died slowly
I bled out
I grew tired
I grew weak
I lost my heart
I lost my soul
I am numb
I am lost
I am forever earth bound
I am forever unheard
I am forever broken
I am forever dark
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In the shadows where I stand,
No one is here to hold my hand.
I scream so loud,
But no one hears me in the crowd.
I cry and cry,
No one helps, they watch me die!
I call and call,
But all I do is fall.
I stand in the grey,
As they watch me day by day.
I only have time,
That’s why I made this rhyme.
Copyright © Jewels Chavira | Year Posted 2012
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