Mickel Allen

Behind her smile
Lies the scars etched in her heart
Memories engraved in her mind
Ore the pain filled years
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Funny how sometimes we see
Little sparks of us
in someone that we least expect
Often times in that one
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Simulating sitting easily
Calmed
Controlled
by needled intensity
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Etched in tiny corners of my heart
Resplendent beauty, memories so deep
Her aura, her tendrils, no flaws, just mystique
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So it was her
It was her that you watched sentiently
Looking on so hungrily
Consumed by a carnal desire
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With words she woes
Makes eardrums vibrate
Nipples pulsate
While lower lips salivate
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The Rose so fragrant to the nose
When left unkept wildly it grows
And if not trimmed and cared for gently
Soon will wither and lose its beauty
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I felt her cry as she toiled.
The unknown of her belly moved in sync
With the rhythmic methodic of each stroke.
What will become of her?
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As she sleeps
I count tiny little fingers
I look at her feet
As she sleeps
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Is that you lift me up
Is that you help me stand
Is that you create in me a renewed sense of purpose
That you give me the will to go on
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So much hurt, so much strain, so much alienation
Lack of work, numb with pain, causing much frustration
Still refined, poised and kind, yet no appreciation
Only time, knows how I, will influence many nations.
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Can we but briefly dream again
Of beauty, wonder and hearts that mend.
The sky its hues of blue so clear
And softly kiss us does the air.
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A Friendship sometimes blossoms from feelings deep within
But sometimes comes and is quickly gone
With brisk or stormy winds
Some friendships seem to be serene
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…And Like a father
A refugee sometimes
may feel sad, depressed or weak
from work and toil
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