Poetry – The Short Untitleds: 1, 2, & 3


“One day she told life
‘Screw you!’
And the bad energy
She summoned up
Never eased up,
Until she kept pushin’ on
With shovels of movin’ on up.”

“Even from the pit of
Your black heart,
I yearn for the origins
Of your cowardly actions.
For a closed mouth numbs me..
But your truth can’t whip me.”

“Sometimes all she knows is
How to be is a single mother,
Who, in all her glory,
Wears the societal stigmas
That bastardizes the title.”

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