May 19, 2019adminPoetryComments Off on I May Never Know But I Am All of This
i may never know but i am all of this * by Brandon Hummons
a hundred thousand eyes like a myriad of broken diamonds sparkle like glistening snow. The similarities go on for forever. Just as each snowflake is comprised of a different shape- each person has a different breath
Does snow that falls in chile taste the same as Chicago- I may never know but I am all of this
So common that you won’t find me but once in a lifetime, the life’s mine I am every person, I am every place I’m the week that grows from the concrete the nicotrine in the rose garden I am the blues eyes that you’re in love with, along with the hazel ones that make you I am the dirty socks and falling apart shoes and like everyone else, I can’t be happier to hate you I the mumble behind your back I am what we never what to talk about I’m the food stamps and aids Your sensitivity sickens me I’m the everyday cancer you turn the cold shoulder to- every single day
May 19, 2019adminPoetryComments Off on Everything Broken
everything broken * by Brandon Hummons
Thick, black rimmed, broken glassed taped in the middle. The culmination of your stereotypes and I bent backwards to fit them because, because if I fit, then in some sense I was normal.
I am my own history simply because, I don’t know any better.
Dirty gutter puddles with broken lungs broken by broken glass, everything broken. I’m just too young to understand.
But I’m everything I wanted to be when I was young, minus everything that got me here. Looking in the mirror not quite there, yet not really here there, I’m only ambition in addition to the world of men that wanted me to mirror his own image.
I imagine what I would be without you. They say you wont amount to much without a father but… what if you have too many?
Too many push-ups, and not enough food perfect form with an obsolete score born of ill will, still waters stand still I am bad laughs of irritated infested blood but I am also love- I love the way hatred sounds and I… sometimes feel I am the reason my fathers cold. I was their warmth.
I am their
Disappointment.
I will be their happiness.
May 19, 2019adminPoetryComments Off on My Beloved America
my beloved america by Melony McGant
My Beloved America – Melony McGant
MyBelovedAmerica,
What Are You?
Where Is Our Cherished Democracy?
Why have you allowed Deceitful Progress to come and steal our
Children’s Future?
America, you have sent away our jobs, robbed us of our life savings or homes and taken away our Privacy, our Right to Assemble, our Free Speech and Access to Airwaves.
America, you and Deceitful Progress have used the Nation’s Courts to create monopolies for Robber Barons to steal and control our Nation.
America, you have turned neighbor against neighbor and used technology to bicker and create new wars and prisons for profit when you should be Nurturing the Brilliance,
the Creativity and the Hope of Our Children.
Stop Lying America.
Almost 50 percent of this Nation is living in Poverty.
My Beloved America…
There will be No Real Progress without Equity, Education, Integrity, Good Jobs and Respect for All the People of Our Nation!