Two poems written on Substack notes
finding my way to the light
the day nearly got
away from me, and
I remembered I
hadn’t poeted yet.
hadn’t penned
something that
would set me free.
although I feel
dislimned, I press
forward and find my
way to the light. I
will not give myself
permission to break;
I’m allowed to bend.
I’m allowed to
stretch.
but I damn sure
better not break.
there’s much work to
still be done, and
those of us with
stones as strength
know we have to
build ourselves up.
we are the crumpled
up pieces–rock hard
and steady. when the
weight is heavy; we
bear it with the
world hanging on to
our hearts.
the blood of our
ancestors wave in
our bones. we can
hear the maker
calling us home.
we’re getting ready.
greedy, nasty men
I believe TACO feels
that keeping all
exculpatory information against
him from the
public can stick.
but people will
remember the
moment their hearts
broke. people remember losing
trust in human beings.
it is the pain that
connects us all–the
suffering that binds
us. from starving
communities to
burning cities to
the coal-filled hearts
of men who call the
shots…
we will remember.
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I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment, as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.
A Cornered Gurl 
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