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Remember, you are human.
She was lavender and jungle eyes.
Part of a world born of
cigarette butts and rapacious hands.
She never had a home.
(There was no love
in the shadow of a stranger.)
Her words would carry the bruises
from where the fists of fathers struck.
I might love her in nine languages,
nine in which I could tell her so,
but didn’t. For fear she would never believe me,
and yet my silence may have been as
burdensome as His.
My girl, she is
ever the persistent flower
growing through the cracks in the concrete,
still the band-aid, the kisses on scars,
and she will fight tomorrow.
Part of a world born of
cigarette butts and rapacious hands.
She never had a home.
(There was no love
in the shadow of a stranger.)
Her words would carry the bruises
from where the fists of fathers struck.
I might love her in nine languages,
nine in which I could tell her so,
but didn’t. For fear she would never believe me,
and yet my silence may have been as
burdensome as His.
My girl, she is
ever the persistent flower
growing through the cracks in the concrete,
still the band-aid, the kisses on scars,
and she will fight tomorrow.
Published 8th Nov 2012
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8th Nov 2012 9:56pm
"Growing through the cracks in the concrete, still the band-aid, the kisses on scars, and she will fight tomorrow." Wow! Very poetic and romantic. Persistent gentle toughness that has blossomed from sorrow. I also like the second verse a lot.
9th Nov 2012 6:13am
9th Nov 2012 2:53pm
I have no words to explain how beauiful this poem is. you write with such pose and ease, you write with truth and obviously passion. I love the absense of rhyme :) this is just sublime.
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19th Nov 2012 3:58am
This is absolutely wonderful.
"She was lavender and jungle eyes./Part of a world born of/cigarette butts and rapacious hands."
Those first three lines are so powerful and really reel you in.
There is a lot of beautifully dark imagery in this poem and I love that about it.
I think this is probably one of the best things you have ever written.
"She was lavender and jungle eyes./Part of a world born of/cigarette butts and rapacious hands."
Those first three lines are so powerful and really reel you in.
There is a lot of beautifully dark imagery in this poem and I love that about it.
I think this is probably one of the best things you have ever written.