Rashida Mack Poems

Gathering,
we sit around,
telling stories,
skipping between this and that,
...

So softly,
she rides,
trinkets,
falling from the sky,
...

Tibet is filled with roses,
the rolling hillside dotted pink, yellow and red,
wires covered in prickly vines adorned with bursts of color,
the air heavy with the fragrant dew of sense,
...

Moms and bosoms and teddies and suckers,
Babies and blankets and bottles and thumbs,
Fathers and husbands and women and wives,
Diamonds and clothing and rings and homes,
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People,
they make such a fuss,
talking and praying about it,
heaven and hell,
...

A man stood still,
stuck on the sidewalk,
staring,
in a red cap,
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If we strip it all away,
what's really in a name?
Who your mother or father is?
Where you were born?
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So softly,
she rides,
trinkets,
falling from the sky,
...

Haiku:

The taste of cream soothes
As hibernus brings cheer
...

I am an African American 22 yr old man,
Trembling,
I am told to hit the ground,
pushed down,
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