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Lisa Wilson Poems
Michelle Obama Stirred Something Within ...
Something stirred deep within me when the First Lady took her place
Worth the taste of coffee
It was a bad idea for me to see you one last time
Momma didn't use no belt
Let me tell you a little story about a boy named Bill Didn't own no shoelaces,
You repulse me Your soft skin, your warm eyes, the fluttering of your black-rimmed eyelids You are an anathema
Sleep you can't escape
Slipping through ridges of my tongue like sweet-smelling margarine, liquid pills slide down my throat, lulling me into a sleep
The Bittersweet Joy of War
There are some things you will never get over, like the first time you kissed a boy, or
What's Left In The Morning?
Lively cheek pressing into my pillow, you tell me it's all over.
Larceny in La Russa
Lanyards tighten around my tattered neck Grey and crying
At Your Service
On the edge of a water-logged body, I stew, lampooned by
Ignorance is Bliss
Better to be hit while your car is perfectly still Your body will soften
Magnificent Sausalito Sunrise
Luscious marble pink clouds surround me as I dip my pinky toe
Land that I love
What True Love Looks Like
For less than five minutes I saw him. Under the stars of our wind-whipped city, teetering on the edge of a crumbling cliff,
The Five Steps of Grieving Over the Loss...
Step One: Denial You made the right call, ending it,
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Michelle Obama Stirred Something Within Me
Something stirred deep
when the First Lady
took her place
next to a man
who reminded us all
that we are somebody.
We are more powerful
than the clothes we wear
or the company we keep.
We are somebody,
not just because we say it,
but because we are slowly
voting for people
who look more like us
than the ones
we see everyday
on network TV.