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She
released her
perching
Shadow.
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We writers are not alone: So many Poets/Authors have paved for the for Artists to Survive:
Poem: By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘My all time favorite- Enjoy!!!
WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!Poem: By Paul Laurence Dunbar
http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/dunbar/pldunbar4.html#WE WEAR THE MASK
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Smile girl but not too hard
Speak up but not too loud
Shuffle long ,shuffle long’
chile- now I see
You have no eyes like me
You have no hair like mine
Your human qualities so undefined
quit trying,shufflin-
on my neck
Hold still
Let me be…
http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/7/21/before-the-world-told-me
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I
was
here
Soaking up
Love
like
brown paper bags
Here is my latest piece: I am Writing for Healing
http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/7/21/before-the-world-told-me
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Snapping at the night
drifted reflection
We were
Electric,
dreamer’s
soul stirring,
expanding,visionaries
and beautiful too…
C’mon on
and shine a little light
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cedar’s press, maple sapp,
oppression seared lightly in
mailboxes,streetlights, and stop signs
many times have I washed,
but the soap of justice
has yet to cleanse my moral mind
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A lonely place,
with salvation and intention
Running waters while I weep:
Dredging undefine pipelines
dredging underneath insecurities
dredging backward toward
gravity’s feet
separating the void-nothingness
In the beginning…
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Our spirits groan deep within.
Yearning for each mountain to climb.
A subtle gaze to look upon,
ancient-land.
The wooden staff ,
healing-breeze
For when the mountain calls you- go
Go-home to the “burning tree”
and listen closely,
the mountain speaks.
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Inside my dreams
I will always be the twirling ballerina
Watering the curly sides of my wasteline
Inside of times ageless eyes
I’m a just a tiny girl
growing up to be the baddest superhero!
I’m just a girl taking on the world
In and out of motions suppressed
I’ll practice my line,
I’ll sing my tune
and dare any man “to play me for the fool!”…
Krissy Mosley Ministries 