My people rainbow
of skittle means with
honey-coated dreams
with a lack in disguise
pulls the wool over there
eyes casting crimsons
of red in their head
from their blood shed
their hands still toil.
My People dancers
singers cooks, bus boys
nannies wiping fannies
being black mammies
crap-shooters horn tooters
of the ribbon in the sky
still looking for the reasons
why they have to beg.
My people story tellers
Mary K sellers dream chasers
of the lie there’s no magic pie
in the sky you can buy education
is the ticket knowledge is the
secret for the power to claim.
steadfast determination leaving
the joneses behind taking control
of your time and using your mind
So your dreams can chase you!
Poetry
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This was a really wonderful poem. The lack of punctuation makes everyone run together, and creates a sense of one-ness between us all. Yeah, we’re all have different things that define us, but at the end of the day we’re all people .
I also loved the line: casting crimsons/ of red in their head/ from their blood shed/ their hands still toil
Thank you
for your comments and kindness in your review. Yes, I have been somewhat of a rebellious writer for many years learning my work from E.E. Cummings perspective I guess I have been bad at following that lead.
I will take your comments to note and try to write more on the proper way of writing as the rules are noted for writers.
Thanks again for your comments
Blessings
Yvonne