Charlina Daitouah Smith Poems

In the privacy of my mind
I give vent to rage, lies,
envy, and vices of every kind.
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We fight for equality, but
the fight is no longer the same
as when we first began. Now,
we fight not only for the right
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When Beckham kicks the ball on a
soccer pitch in England, it
breaks through the opponent’s
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I watched him
shuffle along the
dirt path, his
trailing cuffs gathering
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I present crisp dollar bills and
a human deity.

Settling in the circle of dust, hands
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She passed away.
The herald of merciless pain. What wouldn’t I have
given to hear she came this way
or she is here to stay?
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The white women* came out today,
shrill cries greeting their assimilation.
They came out, beads-wrapped
sinewy waists, erect breasts,
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