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Kerri-Ann Codrington Poem
As i sit here wondering, thinking
i write everything that comes to my head,
Then almost instantly I feel a certain pungent dread.
This is my life therefore i must accept it,
I'm an ordinary island girl, a girl of the world
yet i do not feel defined by who i am
i am exotic, my wavy hair flows
my small eyes dart and with my voice i sing like a lark.
Beautiful i am. I am beautiful.
and yet i really don't know who I am
is my olive skin with yellow hues the true essence of me?
it certainly is my individuality.
I am every girl out there that hates to love their hair
their skin, their diversity and not really being one or the other.
I am, I am that sea breeze, fresh like a rose with dew.
beautiful and delicate.
Copyright © Kerri-Ann Codrington | Year Posted 2007
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Kerri-Ann Codrington Poem
A vague vision suppressed by my pass life
my future seems blurry, yet rich and enhanced by my present life.
Life as a student as taught me so much
To hate and to love, and even not to trust
I've learned to take life just as it comes
with the up hills and the down hill and the crazy things it throws
I long to be accepted but instead I get
the oppose of what i lust
I trust no one and I've never believed in love
i create my destiny and I can mold yours to
And that's because I'm you
I am others just like me
And I am who I want to be
A blur yet making an impact on the life of others
A silent partner climbing the hills called life
taking on that everyday strive.
Copyright © Kerri-Ann Codrington | Year Posted 2007
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Just a glare, constant and bare
it was lust,not trust nor love
not even a sweaty palm nor a tender carress.
It was cold frozen in time. vague memories of passion.
planned and timed to the esimated moment.
Not caring, no consequences to consider,
just chilled feelings.
Was lust, was lust that brought us together
this moment we do not and never will treasure,
our hearts we do not listen to.
the truth is our hearts are made of ice,
frozen stiff, and not beating at all
if we let everything go and drop it
it will break, so fragile, so fragile. A heart full of fear.
Copyright © Kerri-Ann Codrington | Year Posted 2007
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