Poems
The spaces in between
When you connect you want to always be
It could simply be in writing or in body
Consistent communication is very key
Relationships are sustained on this primarily.
It's hard to stay away but the process you must trust
When things are meant to be there is no need to rush.
Spaces in between build a stronger bond,
It brings a renewed meaning, reminds us of our love.
They say "absence makes the heart grow fonder" this is very true
It gives the right balance of you wanting me, me wanting you.
Space is good just concentrate on what you like to do
Never invite worry when I'm only growing closer to you.
Space is timely; know when to give and take
Absence helps to review all that's at stake.
When the distance comes, it's merely in physical body
My heart and mind are always in close proximity.
Jamellia Lobban
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Happiness
Look within thyself for happiness;
Then you will have the outward manifestation unfolding;
Happiness should not be dependent on anyone;
Create your own;
Smile through the storms of life.
See each obstacle as a challenge to success;
Lift yourself up;
The world is filled with enormous possibilities;
Reach out for your possibility;
Work it, and let it work for you.
Happiness is a passage;
To that enchanted garden of peace and tranquillity;
Happiness is being at peace with thyself.
Silvera Castro
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I can’t breathe
The knee to my windpipe
Pressing down tight
I can’t breathe
Gasping for air
As I cling to the last few memories of life
The sounds around me grow fainter
As I begin to lose my sight
I can’t breathe
Is he hearing me?
Fighting to stay awake
If he could just move his knee for God's sake
So I can catch a break
I can’t breathe
My words don’t seem to emanate
Please man
I can’t breathe
Fighting for my last breath
As my lungs are giving way
He doesn’t seem to care much
As he presses down even harder
I can feel every move as he thrusts
His knee blocking my airways
I can’t hold out much longer
I wonder how my son is going to feel
When he sees his father
Struggling to stay alive
Clinging to the hope of him
But I really can’t breathe
Terrified that I won’t make it
Hoping they’ll hear me this time
I can’t breathe
My last words
As I lay with my face
Pressed down on the asphalt
I feel it coming
Today is the day I die
The perspective of George Floyd
Being a black guy
Theresa Peters