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Tiara Brown Poem
black culture,
white society,
hope falling,
crime rising,
faith deminished leeching out of the seams,
someones been shot you can still hear the screams,
education is minimum and poverty is the norm,
children being brought up in a one parent home,
we as culture rant and rave about our mistreatment,
but turn around say that white man deserved his beating,
we hold grudges that get worse as the days pass by,
yelling about our history on how our ancestors died,
very little is to be done to brighten the future,
color specific movements that always end in shootings,
if only we could move past such distress from the past,
maybe one day we could dream about making the human race last.
Copyright © Tiara Brown | Year Posted 2015
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Tiara Brown Poem
you're the essence of my nature
stitched deep within my seams
its sad I'll never meet you
since i grew you in my dreams
your beauty defies all standards
with the weeds that you grew from
never written into medical records
no sounds of your heartbeats hum
you are the protagonist of my every story
your smile to knock down all woes
too bad you'll never see that glory
for infertility has imposed
your cries are phantom echoes
that I made up in my head
I imagine you running threw meadows
and tucking you into bed
you're the essence of my nature
stitched deep within my seems
I am sorry I'll never meet you
but I'll meet you again in my dreams
Copyright © Tiara Brown | Year Posted 2017
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