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We were entwined in red rings
Of blood and loneliness before
The first snows fell
Before muddy rivers seeded clouds
Above a virgin forest, and
Men ran naked, blue and black
Skinned into the warm embraces
Of Sheba, Eve and Lilith.
I was your sister.

You left me to force strangers
Into brother molds, exacting
Taxations they never
Owed or could ever pay.

You fought to die, thinking
In destruction lies the seed
Of birth. You may be right.

I will remember silent walks in
Southern woods and long talks
In low voices
Shielding meaning from the big ears
Of overcurious adults.

You may be right.
Your slow return from
Regions of terror and bloody
Screams, races my heart.
I hear again the laughter
Of children and see fireflies
Bursting tiny explosions in
An Arkansas twilight.
Maya Angelou
Monday, January 23, 2012
Suresh Kumar Ek 05 September 2020
a lighthouse poem, fine art
1 0 Reply
yeet that fetis 04 June 2020
in my buthole
2 0 Reply
Madhabi Banerjee 28 May 2016
recollection of childhood days
3 4 Reply
Susan Williams 16 October 2015
there is excruciating beauty in these lines as well as excruciating pain and sorrow- a portrait of life
33 5 Reply
Awa Bah 08 April 2014
excellent piece................it is enjoyed fascinating
12 4 Reply
Patricia Grantham 17 June 2013
A most enlightening write. Gets to the heart of the matter. Enjoyed.
16 7 Reply

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