Pamela Moorehead Poems

It is not pride tha made me step aside from the treaties that they made
What atrocity that my people done that made them head hunted still today?
Open season is for hunters of poetry not for men of color of the spectrum it shouldn't be so that mentality should be dead so I hang
in the midnight and sneak around the dark
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Today is a new day and although some cannot see tomorrow I was born a different way
I will wake up to the sun rise as its long rays stroke my face
and dream about my lover who knows me by my name
He wraps his strong long arms around me as his green hair tickles my nose
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Who are we?
We are not maggots or are we?
Can we imagine who we'd be if not for life
the love of destiny
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