Pamela Davison Poems

I've studied steeples piercing the sky
As it called to the people to cross
The threshold of denomination,
And stood mystified
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Ancient Mystery,
I am ready.
Lend me this time
To learn the simplicity
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Arrogant seed,
oh, arrogant seed,
why must you grow
inside of me?
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I can’t stand to sit…

Waiting to be included
In your anecdotes,
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You believe me a fool,
Easily consumed by your authority,
Basking in your biases
To dictate my future,
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Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?

I’m squeezing out between
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Destiny’s child spoke to me,
Accentuating the triumph
Of my forebears,
Gifting me with their legacy
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I can hear
no one listening
and I want
to go inside
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Companionship sits in lonely corners,
Waiting for your advances,
And wonders why you let
White noise
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I have dreamt of magnolia fields
Glistening beneath summer clouds,
Where childish fascination meets reality,
And it is so much more.
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