Jacqui Broad Poems

Against the wall you grow.
To see what you were, took slow.
A tree, threatened to be felled.
In protest, to save you, I yelled.
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In the silence that follows after you've left,
I search once again for the words left behind.
Stealing a heart must also be called theft,
if it's love that blows your mind.
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When I was small, I was taught
you don't judge people on how they look.
Years later, this happened,
and the story repeats itself.
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NOW...
I look at cars driving past my house,
where are the people going to?
Are some driving away from a clinging spouse,
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Write about things you know, they say,
also keep good-weathered friends at bay.
But if I should become a hit overnight,
who would join me, in this lonesome flight?
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When we close our eyes to sleep.
When we dry the tears we weep.
When we give up 'cause we're weak.
When we appear to be so meek.
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I don't want to know
anything about politics.
It never practice
what it preach!
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I stood before the blind wall,
And it looked at me.
I showed my emotions,
But it would not see.
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There's a crescent moon,
riding in the sky tonight,
surrounded by stars,
that each one,
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