The warm night air was fragrant The cool breeze softly blew Stars twinkled in a sky so clear. To a resting virgin servant A pure young maiden The angel Gabriel appeared. “Fear not, sweet young Mary God finds great favor in you. For to you a child shall be born. The holiest of infants A …

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I am not without understanding. I need you to know that. I begin to speak and you don’t even hear me. You say, you see me. See, that’s the thing with you visually aroused audio impotents. You see me but you don’t hear me. I’m speaking words so deep and proving my point so clear …

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before we lost everything our senses our humanity our purpose in life we read books and shared thoughts and discussed our differences we learned to acknowledge and tolerate the things that made us a beautiful mosaic created by blessed by loved by God the importance of what we are became the significance of what we …

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White-knuckled one hand holding tight on the edge of everything that I have ever known excited to be here face-first into the unknown fearing and loving the possibility of my unknown with the dying sunset behind me in shades of golden blushes and honeys white-knuckled one hand thrust in the air on the edge of everything …

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Anxiety ransomed me because of Nikki Giovanni I got a book once black girl, nappy-headed and shy unsure of my identity feeling like society’s mistress conveniently in the dark but pleasing so, I got a book a poetry book full of Nikki Giovanni’s poems, no scratch that full of Nikki Giovanni’s soul, and I fell …

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Mezzo-piano. Night-soft lullabies, bed-time lyrics We’re making music chambered instrument soft, sexy, jazzy deep mellow sounds of the clarinet breathing harmony in me Ellington’s sound that penetrates and I taste the notes Making liquid music, so intoxicating That I drink music like sweet hot rum. I want to be the instrument. Something mellow, a bass …

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You and I we are like one shadows of the same soul. Mirrored metaphors of enchanting memories, soul stimulating memories like fresh morning mists after a night’s rain. What you feel, my heart also touches Through you I cherish myself. I am myself as I wish to loved. What you tell, my soul also speaks. …

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