Angel
Did you learn to read
to write
the size of my tears
galloping like horses
grazing the gardens of my soul
Angel
did you learn to recognize
the missing messages of my voice
the un-heard, un-interpreted language
stamped on my body
to describe chaotic years?
Angel
have you heard of female pain
grown like fast growing cypresses
pain in my brain, bones
fertilized by ignorance
indifference, anger
lust, wrong thinking
negative societal energy? !
Angel
you know how miracles grow
fast, soo you will hear
bells ringing at my new home
surrounded by humane poplar trees
to disperse the era of gloominess
as long as I love me
and others
like Angels
© Roula Pollard
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