Notice of absence from Harlem
I'll be back
I'll be back
I can ignore the blood under my feet
From glass, gravel, rocks, and concrete
No bigger pain can come to me
Than the one I've craved to leave behind
Covered in lines
My feet helped me to divide the times
In which I found myself abused, broken, and mistreated
Tap, tap, tap to run
I'm leaving a trail behind me
Needing the road to guide me 'til I'm gone
I can ignore the sharp pains and raw blood
The shadowed tears and snapped hugs in the cold
I can ignore swollen ankles and sliced feet
Foot pains on the concrete, blank stares from the ones I meet
They'll never understand
Where I just ran from
My feet took me way further than any car could
I can ignore just about anything in sight
Because nothing compares to the hate that I left behind
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Author:
Harlem T. Scholar (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
our Roots, should never
Define us - entirely
butt, they do colour our Skin
Luminously,
in that same shade, of inherited Suffering...
still: like Your ink Sings
dear, Visionary poet
may it all come down
to those Choices, we embrace
in that Ugliness - of Life
we simply Choose to Shed, as we Quest
for that Better horizon
Maya and Dunbar: bequeathed...
(A poignant, well measured write
dear Poet
thank you! for choosing to share)
Very very good! Well done! I can't wait to see more you. Awesome! May you have a healthy journey in your growth! Amazing!
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