nawaal daniels Poems

this must be another tragedy
loud voices of profanity
bugging aroung me like it's hugging me
tagging on my clothes
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This is the way it was when I was waiting for your eyes to find me

I was going nowhere slowly
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Your spirit in Bloom, Your Body in Grace
how supernatural are the mornings when i wake to see your face
I would study each contour, Marvel at every line
taken aback by your deepset eyes, your respendence sulblime
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oh what gentle hands that cares these sensored tips.
oh what whispered words leave lingering lisps
that travel down spines and curl to nails
that digs in sheets and sculpures body so frail
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Let them bring forth they words of correction and wrong
let them preach to let it become they're song
let them lable us too young hold us ransom to our age
let them tell us to grow up let be hypocrtates of Rage
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