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There’s Always Hope©
Hope, while it may sometimes be unimaginable, it is always there. Strip away your ambivalence and you will feel hopes presence. Hope is meant for everyone and it costs nothing. Hope can sometimes be the only friend we feel we have left in the world. Often, the only hand outside of a family members that you should be more than…
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Freedom of Choice©
Uncertain if we are able to cast about our feelings without fear or shame rolling off our backs. Peering eyes always prejudging our every move. Expecting us to cast a vote in their every direction for every movement they’re about. You have no choice of you’re own not even who you are about. What was that FREEDOM of Choice that…
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My Sweet, Lucky, Friday the 13th©
Friday, January 13th, 1981My Stomach was on fireI couldn’t understand the pain, I had never felt anything like it before I was rushed to the hospital as fast as could beUp on a bed, being picked and prodded The doctor turned to sayYou have a little baby on the wayA month and half early Tests had to be doneTo be…
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My Everything©
I never thought I’d see the day that I would truly know love. With the click on my keyboard, pulled into a personal chat. Questions asked, questions answered. Laughs, giggles, smiles. More in common than there are differences. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. But what I’ve gained is a knot in my stomach that just won’t quit. There because I feel…
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Here I Stand©
Here, I stand on the ground created by him for all humankind. Here, I breathe the air that feeds all things natural. Here and now, I dance in the rain to the music of my descendants, providing the earth so it will return the favor, turning our crops into food to fill our bellies. Take my hand, sing with me,…
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Momma©
Your smile, laugh, and dance will follow me till the end of time. I walk the streets, and I see you on your bike waving to all passersby, walking in the muddy River talking to the birds strangers and feeding the ducks, at the kitchen table baking for anyone who’s asked you, up early in the morning tossing newspapers on…
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Police Officers©
Each morning, noon and night while you are asleep or awake they hit the pavement to watch over you. Most of them will keep you safe but on occasion more than a handful forget what they were meant to do. They forget about the trust laid upon them. They forget about the trust their fellow workers have in them to…
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Slipping Backwards Into Time©
What would you do if someone ran up to you and said, “Get out of my way; I was here first? Even if they weren’t? Or how about if they pushed you out of the way so they could be served first because they felt that you shouldn’t be served at all? After all, “your kind doesn’t belong around here”.…
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Buried©
Photo by Corrine Genther One skeleton to a simple pine box please. What an aromic delite, till days add up and your bones settle in and take the fine pine fragrance away leaving me to take all your contents with me, back into the earth you shall go. Buried© Copyright© April 2020, October 2023, November 2023 By Felina Silver Robinson
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A Place At The Table©
Like little ants scrapping for leftovers from a picnic, we await our orders. We are crawling over each other between the four walls with windows. The only difference is that we must be patient. We are hoping for our turn at the table, for if we take it before being invited, our time and experience won’t be what we had…
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