Joy Lovelet Crawford

Rookie (December 8th 1963 / Montego Bay, St. James, Jamaica. W.I)

Amoeba - Poem by Joy Lovelet Crawford

She has a way to her
I can’t really say, but its real, true, pure
She’s a gift, she’s beautiful, but yet unseen
Yes there is something
In her stillness, there is another being, closed away as in a closet
If let loose, it will hurt and maybe break
In her I sense the presence of a victim, one I may help and care for
But yet I don’t know her story, oh, where should I begin, this is my cry
I care, but why

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 5, 2008



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