Tempting trilling trumpet milking these notes,
Captivated crowd craning to catch a glimpse
Of Our Otherworldly Lady that sings so fair.
Melt my mind and whip me up a good time;
After all, angels stay workin' God's Miracles and
Powerfully pleasing the people with their song.
What sultry and seditious magic is in song?
These looping and evocative words which denote
A happiness despite all else, a low-down dirty and
Husky claim to Virtue's Fruits. Let them glimpse
The heels of our hands, our sweat, our dress, our step in time
To this music birthed in a Land--Our Home--unfair.
Press past pain and into the meat. Eat the fair
And all anguished ugly. We have heard God, His Song
Majestic, mighty, magnificent. We have been patient with time,
Our One Opponent, but never complacent. These notes
Crash crazed, calling down Heaven--glimpses,
Tentative but teetering there, of a Promised Land. And
What will you say when our gospels clamor and
Bring down the walls of your house? What's fair
Has been denied again and again. You glimpse
A twisted world in liberation's wake but that song
Is a lie. Why must you twist our words and denote
The shadow of erroneous work where it doesn't exist? Time
Has made us weary. And we have heard all in due time,
But to sit and wait is to die. To wallow in sorrow and
Not dry our faces is to have the Devil ride us. Notes
Of freedom must be sustained and what is unfair
Must be struck down like the Serpent. Carry our song
In the hollow of your throat and let the world glimpse
That we have never humored appeasement. Glimpse
The interior of our lives, the generational weight of time
That has riddled our cultural tree. A song
Shorn from our bodies in a Land Foreign and
Acidic to our very existence. What is unfair
Will not prosper in the hands of the people. Denote
Now what is lost. Glimpse what is to Come and
Understand that the tide of time will turn and what is fair
And just will be enshrined in song and aged notes.
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In Lieu of the Expressionist
诗歌Influenced by art, mythology, folklore, and alternative expressions, these poems are the culmination of growth over three years. Having had the chance the participate in a creative writing mentorship program, win an award (National Gold Medal in Poe...
