from the mind's eye to the page
well, i have been writing poetry from more years than i care to count & i am thinking about publishing a book. with that said, i am posting this thread to hear what other people have to say about my poetry.
so that is what this is for. every week or so i will post a new poem in hopes that you will leave your comments, ideas, and thoughts about them.
this first poem was written last night from a exercise . . . if you want the directions let me know and i will post them as well.
[poem] history
i am from cracked ceilings and water stains
i am from tall weeds & the making of green baby corn
i am from the cement maker & suicidal school
i am from slaves, masters & sinking boats
i am from chitlins, pigs feet & neck bone
i am from journals, safes & trash cans
i am from blue paint, bunk beds & cockroaches
i am from rolling papers, dime bags & squares
i am from a crack-head making miracles for meals
i am from "shut-up"s & "sit down"s
i am from greens, candy yams & food stamps
i am from the love only sisters can give
i am from pictures, poems & trash cans
i am from borrowed water & candle light
i am from dog shit, beer cans & picketed fences
i am from pretty smiles, awkward laughs & eye patches
i am from rainbows, hateful kids & pens
i am from hands, mentors & videotape
i am from strength, pride & street smarts
i am from Amiri Barakas, Kanye Wests, & Erykah Badus
i am from cigarette smoke, iced water & oodles & noodles
i am from college debt, essays & sign language
i am from the road less traveled & the few who walk with me
i am from words, journals, safes & trash cans
i am from that which made me
& i go where it takes me
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[Technically, I'm not possible, I'm made of exceptions. ]
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