poetry
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Know Your Worth, for A Strong Woman!
This poem is for you -- A woman that is strong and powerful. A woman that deserves self-love! A woman that should have no fear because she is a fighter!
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Black History Poetry: Reveal Your Truth!
This poem was inspired by my students. As a middle school teacher, I have seen several students struggle with their identity.
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A Declaration of Strength and Inner Beauty (For my Future Daughter)
She is half of me. She came from me and she shows it. Her hair, her eyes, her lips, and her fingertips. She resembles me And I her. She is beautiful. Her beauty is so bright that even the sun can’t take its light. Her beauty is angelic When she walks into a room the mood of every being changes Because her beauty is skin deep Her beauty soaks into her skin while causing an overflow of kindness, joy, and laughter She brings kindness, joy, and laughter into the world Oh, She is beautiful! Even her faults are filled with beauty Her mistakes mend broken hearts and show pessimists how…
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Are children our future? My Child Is My Canvas!
An Image of Flawless Imperfection (For My Son) My child is my canvas and my opportunity to create a masterpiece. With every stroke of my paintbrush, I will teach him everything that I know. I will teach him about my successes so that he can exceed them. I will teach him about my failures so that he can avoid them. I will tell him about my doubts and fears so that they’ll be his strong points and victories. As I draw his physical appearance, I make him handsome. Not handsome so when young women his age see him they faint in disbelief of his perfect and flawless beauty. But, instead…
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“Spark” (poetry)
“Spark” I am a speck in the universal skyscape I take up no more space or matter than A blip On radars, on sound waves, on light traveling for years Trying to reach some mass from which to bounce. But there’s a space that surrounds me Waiting to be moved by energy. I look to the right- the left- for a map, blueprints. I look for a schematic on a sun-crisped parchment handed down from ancestors, to gently blow the dust off and decode. I’ve been waiting for a sound-off, (perhaps permission) to break the rules, for the sake of discovery, for the sake of making the weight…
