Maya Reid

Rookie (New Jersey)

Maya Reid Poems

121. Six Degrees Of Steparation 12/23/2009
122. I Am (Or Kujichagulia) 12/28/2009
123. Loving And Leaving 8/14/2009
124. To My Mother, On Her Fortieth Birthday 11/1/2009
125. Your Sweatshirt 11/23/2008
126. Dying Without You 11/20/2008
127. What Did I Do To Deserve All This? 11/20/2008
128. Be Good To Your Daughters 11/18/2008
129. Band Aids 11/18/2008
130. Bloody Love 11/18/2008
131. Hoping Against Hope 11/18/2008
132. On Loan From The Universe 11/18/2008
133. What You Were Searching For 11/18/2008
134. Which Angels? 11/18/2008
135. What We Might Have Been 11/18/2008
136. The Problem 11/18/2008
137. Happy Birthday 11/20/2008
138. The Love Of My Life: Take Two 8/3/2009
139. Dear Son/Daughter 10/11/2009
140. An Ode To Dreaming 11/20/2008
141. Game. Set. Match. 11/18/2008
142. Sorrow 11/18/2008
143. A Love Deferred 11/20/2008
144. A Beautiful Lie 11/18/2008
145. For You I Will 2/18/2009
146. The Weaker Sex 4/1/2009
147. Maybe Crazy Is Catchin' 11/18/2008
148. My Best Friend's Wedding 12/23/2009
149. Through It All 11/18/2008
150. Americans, The Circus-Folk 12/4/2008

Comments about Maya Reid

  • Shirley Morgan (3/12/2014 6:42:00 PM)

    Keep up the good work Maya. I also scribble and all my family knows it. it's our law of attraction. I wish you well and may God give you the desires of your heart. Just remember everybody is not excepted in Princeton.!

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Best Poem of Maya Reid

Americans, The Circus-Folk

Americans, the Circus-Folk

I can’t even begin to recall
The sheer number of times
My darling mother,
Whilst quieting us down,
Would mutter, “It’s a circus in here.”
Only now, as my mind matures,
Have I begun to realize
Just how right she truly was.

This whole damn country’s a circus.
A grotesque, large-scale scene
Of the amazing, absurd, and obscure
A show put on to rouse the interest and the…
…Laughter?
Of our audience,
The world at large.

We begin with the American president,
Our ringleader, if you will
The ...

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The Wall

So close
And yet, so very far away
When we’re together you always
Let go, get up and go
When I wish you’d just
Hold, and stay
And together isn’t nearly often enough anymore.
Most of the day
And all night long

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