Francie Lynch


Stayin' Alive - Poem by Francie Lynch

Does it really matter
What color you are;
Where you're born,
That you've come far,
What belief you hold on the afterlife.
Did you live in luxury,
Where you steeled in strife.
Our babies grasp onto our backs,
Stroke their cheeks,
See them react.
Tap my knee,
My leg will kick;
Show your teeth,
I'll snarl back.
That's how I survive.
Reproduction's not the reason
I like to stay alive.
I have many tribes.
I make plans for tomorrow,
And should it not arrive,
I'll leave my life knowing,
I kept myself alive.

Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife, life, religion, survival


Comments about Stayin' Alive by Francie Lynch

  • Vincent Bayer (2/1/2016 2:56:00 PM)


    I like this poem, keep up the good work Francie! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2016



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