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Hard Around the Heart

You find me 
Cold
Bitter
I am not yours to touch
To have
To hold
No softness to envelop you
No love to comfort you
Only emptiness
Ambivalence to greet you
Reach for me and I will prick you
Leave you 
Cold 
Lost
Hard around the heart
I am not yours to hold
You will not reach me

Copyright © Christina Larmon | Year Posted 2011



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The Night In Question

She died that night you know.  

Throat swollen, 
mouth open, 
gasping for air she died. 
Head down, 
eyes to ground, 
mouth quieted she died. 
The sun of her smile, 
that lit up with the ease of a morning rise, 
eyes that darted and danced and glistened like the moon, 
like the stars 
touching its gazers, 
one 
by 
one 
shining just for them, 
or so it seemed.  
Her mouth, 
quick witted tongue,
that challenged you, 
praised you, 
filled your ear with self-proclaimed truths and thoughts of justice. 
You hated those words because they were so different than your own 
but you loved her because she told you her truths, 
unapolegetically. 
She dared to be different publicly, 
daring you to do the same. 
You loved her and hated her for it. 
She died that night you know.  
Told to keep her head down, 
to swallow her words, 
shut up! 
Act same, 
play the game, 
question less, 
submit.  

Submit or die, 
resistance is futile.  
And so she died, 
head down, 
eyes to the ground, 
gasping for air. 

And the sun never shined again.

Copyright © Christina Larmon | Year Posted 2015

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The Wild One

Release me o adventurer
Wild spirit that forges life into the world
Release me o captor
O mundane cruel world

Your savage spirit lies waiting, stirring, screaming
Release me
I am the wild one
I am the risk taker
The adventurer
It is untamed land I seek
In a world too tame and bleak

Copyright © Christina Larmon | Year Posted 2010

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The Most Bitter Wine

Sour grapes make for the most 
bitter wine.
I drink from it daily

Seeing lives I wish to lead
Moments I wish were mine
Familiarity breeds contempt
Brewing this hatred inside 
No longer happy for you
No longer living through you
But resenting you
Questioning, why you
Not me
Turning all these sweet things 
sour
Turning all this love into 
rancour
Turning these brown eyes, 
green

Filling my glass to the rim
I take another sip.

Copyright © Christina Larmon | Year Posted 2011

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Yoyo

Life is like a yoyo
It bounces up and down
Back and forth
And just when you think it is about to un whine 
It pulls itself back up again.

Copyright © Christina Larmon | Year Posted 2006



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1,2,3

We play the game.
Red light green light
1, 2,3
He’s coming now.
He’s hugging me and looking in my eyes.
Were laughing now
He’s teasing me 
With the most playful of chides.
Green light
Everything’s ok 
You havent crossed that line.

He’s closer now 
Moving closer still
You start to dread goodbyes
You wait for him by the door
Avert their judging eyes
Red light.

He’s back again
You're happy now 
And touches start to linger
You smile with smiles just for you two
Your hands move unbeknownst to you
Creeping up the middle of his chest
Resting on the sides of his neck
Red light.

His arms start to encircle you
You both don’t make a sound 
He’s closer now
Your face to face 
And all will be revealed
Your lips move towards his
You realize
This game we play means so much more
Than the one we played as kids

And now he’s kissing you
1,2...

Copyright © Christina Larmon | Year Posted 2009

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Romeo's Goodbye

Tainted lovers leave
Broken lies.
From sorrow did our souls reply,
To see upon this marital bed
A prickly thorn upon its head.
And I,
With shirt,and shoes,and cap
Do take those tender words right back.
For intertwined we could never be
A stitch on true love's tapestry.
For hurried hearts
Doth often hide
Where lustful desires coincide.
Now that the beast lay satisfied
I fear my love for thee hath died.
And all I pray thee take in stride
With this my ultimate,
Last goodbye.

Copyright © Christina Larmon | Year Posted 2008

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Bad To Be Black?

You say you are not a racist
You say I'm black too
Yet you give the light-skinned the power 
And the dark-skinned the boot
You call me stand up against injustice
"We have rights too"
I think, "Oh the irony "
Look at you
Has the early days of slavery made you think white is better 
The light girl is our future 
The dark girl, forget her
Whatever happened to the blacker the better
It must have got lost in the times
Or buried somewhere deep in our subconscious minds
So that is the way it is
What are you going to do?
I'll just be me and you be you.

Copyright © Christina Larmon | Year Posted 2006

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Refuge

Find your home in my heart,
As  I have found it in yours.

Copyright © Christina Larmon | Year Posted 2012

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I Wanna Go Home

I wanna go home 
Don't wanna be here
Feels like the essence of me is disappearing
My light, my love, my family all gone
And I am stuck right here
Missing all that was and
Fearing what is unknown
I walk out into this wilderness
Alone
And all I can think is I wanna go home
I wanna go home
Don't wanna be here
In this zone that embodies a future unclear
So how do I fit into this place of white conformity or black alienation
And this an alien nation to me
So what am I to do
Pretend to be white and say "like" and "ok"
Hide all the parts of me that love my culture
Drink all day and party all night
The typical college scene known to both black and white
But that's not me either
So how am I to be in this alien nation
Full of ambivalence and accepted degradation
I long for the days called home
Never know how good you had it till it's gone
Thats what they say and usually it's true
But for me I always knew
The gem of my life, my family, and friends
And this is supposed to be when my life begins
But it feels like the end
And all I can think is I wanna go home.

Copyright © Christina Larmon | Year Posted 2006

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