Paul Trotter Poems

The first thing you see when you see me
The last thing you think of when you think of free
There lies the pain the years of blame
My black skin calls to you, speaks to you, and has a name
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The lies she tells rip through my heart like a knife through butter
Severing the tendons and muscles that once bound us together as one being…one soul
The lies she tells are hurtful and inconsiderate, boxing me in like a trapped animal

I feel the loneliness…and count the quite moments without her
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MY IMMORTAL
DROPS LIKE DROPS OF BLOOD STREAM DOWN THIS STRANGERS FACE
HIS APPEARANCE… MANGLED AND UNCLEAR
AN ASSAULT ON MY CONSICENCE
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A vision beheld by passions light
Familiar known to me my seducer
Enchanting mistress dream giver
Vindicate me bring revelation to emotion
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