Violent harangues of hunger pangs,
Solemnly supressed by invoking hands.
Tired, listless, lethargic limbs,
Silently cleanse the soul from sins.
Seek and You Will Find
I had no self-respect,
So I covered my flesh,
So I lowered my gaze
So I held my tongue
So I quashed my anger.
True Faith 2020
King Solomon wrote in Ecclesiastes, that to everything there is a season;
It follows that in life and death, there is a purpose and a reason.
As we sow, so shall we reap; said St Paul in Galatians.
The world turns, weather changes that holds true for every nation.
Rioteous Rant
I live in anger, in hatred, I was born into
shouting, vile insults and outbursts,
and when I step out into the world
the world spits back just as worse.
The grass is only greener on the planet
where confusion, ammunition, panic,
murder, explosions, execution,
are non-existent,
Is There Not A Corner For Us To Meet?
He does not talk to me, but relies on the news,
He sees men murder man and wants me to lose
all my rights, my beliefs, my faith, my blood,
He names me a disgrace, he calls my religion mud.
She does not engage me in long-held conversation,
about my views of the news or sexual orientation,
my hopes, my dreams, of equality, of peace,
She demands my worship stop or my heart cease,
The White Privilege
A cherished childhood spent cocooned in my inward-looking community,
Protected me from the indoctrination of a white-privileged history.
But when I stepped into a world where brown was under-represented
My identity…Was molested.
My speech, skin, hair and dress, seemed to cause the white man stress.
And brown was a tan on the white man’s skin,
I Hear Your Silence
When my soul aches,
And my heart breaks.
When darkness overtakes me,
And Your light is all I pray to see. Continue reading “I Hear Your Silence”
The Day We Met
by L. Parker
You warmed my heart.
I would always think of you when we spent time apart.
Your hazy eyes and enchanting smile,
All the little things you do makes every thing worthwhile… Continue reading “The Day We Met”
Tears of Blood
by L. Parker
Why is there so much hate in this world, people everywhere?
What makes us any different when we breathe the same air.
We talk about peace, but think about hate.
I don’t even need to elaborate. Continue reading “Tears of Blood”
What makes us any different when we breathe the same air.
We talk about peace, but think about hate.
I don’t even need to elaborate. Continue reading “Tears of Blood”