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Black (2016)
MS M.W. Styner (08/22/1991 / Houston)

Black (2016)

Her essence numb my presence.
Like a caterpillar in a cocoon,
Her heart is shielded from love, but patiently she waits for life's warm embrace.
Generations are created from her womb, but forever breathes hope within her skin.
With compassion, she embrace our destiny with hugs and kisses.
Though our vision is unnoticed, she wipe our eyes with a white rage just so we can see the silver lining.
When the day comes for her beauty to be force into institutionalism,
Then that will be the day our color changes By: Milton Styner Jr

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Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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This poem speaks about finding freedom in your mind