My Title| Audio Poem

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Where My Roots Disappear

Here lies a dream

In papers drowned by ink

Things,  even if you steel, you can never take away from me

Land I forget,  before I remember

Places where I used to belong

Earth that smelled much like I

There I lay

And awake I see

There can be another me

Immigrant in this earth but free

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(Was turning dark so I had to turn around)

Late

I get lost in lines they make

An illegal U-turn leading to a mistake

Between red and green lights

While driving too slow at night

I get lost with a GPS that orders me around

Two streets away from your house

I walk in, trying not to make a sound

Late again

Much too late

“Where were you? Did you get lost again?”

I was watching the stars and got lost in my head

My Title

The child that stood on tip toes

Trying to see the men outside

Through bullet holes- I watched

Much too excited for change

“It will be beautiful, like America… like you see on TV.” One solider promised me

That was back in 2003

When ISIS was a nightmare yet to form

When angels wore uniforms

When enemies were clear to see

When I did not know the difference between you and me

But now my skin gives me a label I did not earn

Not the ‘Doctor’

‘Woman’

‘Rich’ nor ‘Poor’

I wear a title that I can not for the life of me shed

But that is a thing I dare not regret

 

Connection

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After the sun has set

And the birds have vanished, to places I can not see

I lay awake

Much too aware of my essence

That thing I try to avoid

That humanity that gives me much pain, and sometimes pleasure

I see it

A fire that does not burn, nor is red

I see my soul trying to connect

But these webs are much too wide

And your humanity prevents you from admitting the need

To be connected, once more

 

 

My Guardian Angel

I will find you a way out

(He promised)

I will find another way

This cruel life is not what was promised

This cruel life is not where I plan to stay

Soul trapped in a body

Forgetting it’s purpose and its “why”

Spirit overtaken by a television screen

Forgetting how to fly