Patricia Andrade Poems

Oranges and blues
Shackles and cuffs
Four face same faces
Come and go
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I have searched high and low
I have played many drums looking for that one that plays to my beat.
My base line hits hard and heavy vibrating though to your soul.
You feel ever beat as I drop it down.
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I have the outside is in the distance untouchable as time stands still.
Letters drawn to make words.
Words create emotions painted on bricks.
Lives destroyed
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Ivory tusks a trunk so long as a giant existence with purest of hearts.
A protector to my pride.
The youngest no matter their size.
I cover my territories with a guarded fence.
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