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Angela Brown Poem
CIVIL RIGHTS
Four Colored Girls
You whisper before dawn
The silence of visible light
Singing God's hymn infinitely in time.
Your words are a reflection of mourning
Not knowing foreshadowing history
We share your agony
We share your pain
A mirror image of your journey.
Nothing is eternal
Only decades stand amongst our wound.
We stand, we bond, we pledge words of hope
Every second, every minuet,
Every hour in your memory
Each moment underlies our journey
And it is your voice that carries
Vocariously towards freedom.
FLAGS OVER SOUTH
One by one
Against the odds
One on one
Against the odds
They come by the dozens
One by one
We do not know to follow
One by one
Yet we do not always reason
One by one
One by one we come to understand
Flags over south
Oh, Confederate flag
Flying guanine winds,
Rooted in shame
Beyond all reasons
Out of pity and pain
A flag that cries
In the broken air
Flown shamefully
Out of sorrow and deceit
It represents memories of terror
Stones of unmarked graves
Unforgotton memories of our past
Once removed from blame
The time has changed
The anger remains
With unsought questions asked
For its vein purpose
Of painful ignorance
Thought I should change
Of deception and of tiery
Of American values
Thought I would change
The hate and regret
Thought I could change
American values
The Confederate flag flies
In history in vein
History must not be
Taken for granted
For all its worth
One by one
Against the odds
One on one
Against the odds
They come by the dozens
One by one
Me and you against the odds
Flags over south
I'M EGO TRIPPING
I am the addict
Desiring with needs
Burning with the desire to held and loved.
Words control the lust to be desired
I feel passion between verse
I am the voice within
With a thirst to be heard.
I am the darker sister
Whose words are
As sensitive as her skin
Where gifted words
Disguises its meaning inside
I am the voice within
Flowing aluminous words
Into meaning
As
Sand flows
Through loose fingers.
My love for you as crazy
the voice within
Often taken for granted
My words reveal no lies
But tell the true meaning of
Loss, pain, anger, and grief
I am the addict
Desiring with needs
Burning with to be desired
I feel passion
With a thirst to be heard
I am the voice within
Words of innocence
Morning space and time
Of an aesthetic value often misunderstood
I am the voice behind these words
I am the addict
Desiring with needs
Often mistaken for self-hate
In its true essence, the voice within
The voice within is challenged
Seeking, finding, searching
For its own identity to breath
No, I'm not ego tripping
I am the addict
Desiring with needs
Often mistaken for self-hate
In its true essence, the voice within
I'm just keeping it real
I am the addict
Desiring with needs
Often mistaken for self-hate, the voice within
In its true essence
I am the poem
I am the addict
Desiring with needs
Often mistaken for self-hate
In its true essence
Who challenges thought
This is crazy - the voice within
Within hope and loss
Within love and pain
Within happiness and anger
Are the words I speak of empathy I am the voice within
I ain't got long
ALONE IN THE NIGHT
Chorus:
I know no thirst, behind this peace of mind
No familiar faces, behind this peace of mind
Abandoned trust, behind this peace of mind
Broken, death will come some day
Ill-exposed by all the lies told
Words of informality ill-imagined delusions
There must be a better place in this world
To heal the pain I now feel inside
A place where solitude solicits my tears
Solicits my fears of being touched
Not by thoughts, I felt I loved once inside
Deeply hidden rage holds a place dear to my heart
I've been raped
Alone in the night
My innocence exercises,
The pain, the fears, the tears I share
Holds a dangerous place inside
Ready to explode...
Chorus:
I know no thirst, behind this peace of mind
No familiar faces, behind this peace of mind
Abandoned trust, behind this peace of mind
Broken, death will come some day
Hit by the bearer of my roots
No way
It came unexpected, an intrusion
I never wanted to hide
I never invited you to walk on the idea
I wanted you to have me
No not this, not like this
The memory of your breath
The heat from inside
Scatter thoughts of dead faces
Moldering imprints in my mind...
Your voice
Your laugh
Your love for me
Have become the stones of sin...
Alone in the night.
The memories of love
Are of naked dreams
That wiped away my innocence
What was of us
Does not matter, of love...
Nothing to do, but take my morning pill
And when sunrise comes
I'll be going another direction
Without meaning, words have said its last good bye...
Alone
I hide the pain
Copyright © Angela Brown | Year Posted 2015
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