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  • Crazy

    February 3rd, 2015

    She picked and scratched her edges.Her uterus burst forth in hunger.

    By default she gravitated toward evil and worshipped,

    in meal,in song,in suffering.

    Trying to hold crazy together.

    Her crooked places made her stumbled in

    Amen,Amen Amen.

    Her Halleluiah, swallowed vigorously the evil she had married in her head,

    sinner and saint.

    Amen.Amen.Amen

    She would be driven out in bullet holes,HIV,and over grown-fur coats.

    Trying to hold crazy together.

    Amen.Amen.Amen

    Run.Run.

    Run with your Amen

    Trying to hold crazy together…

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  • Together

    December 10th, 2014

    While the shoes are gathered together

    I think of Philly,

    no feet walking, just shoes

    of where we could go

    aligned with blue-black night

    I think of London’s skyline

    I think of my people

    Old man Jack

    frozen in the snow

    Of “Maya Angelou”

    “All God’s children have shoes”

    I think of El Paso

    and I’ll put on shoes

    Poet:Krissy Mosley

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  • Waiting

    November 12th, 2014

    I been waiting for Nigerian thunder,

    moving against cast-iron trees

    cleansing my skin with maple sap

     lost in my native tongue tapping my hands

    towards the land

    my song,my fight

    I’m waiting on me…

    Krissy Mosley2014 all rights reserved 

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  • All Men are Human (Napowrimo Day21)

    April 21st, 2014

    I saw a homeless man,shoveling urban trash,
    broken glass and all the city’s gumbo;
    boiling with winter’s feet.
    No pity he plowed
    Philly’s streets.
    His ringing cell phone surprised my empty pockets.
    Rolling onto highways asking speeding cars for change.
    The iron cage spoke plain.
    “God Bless you girl,
    all men are human,
    we all just the same.”
    Poet Krissy Mosley ©2014

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