Found this out this week
Who would’ve thought?
poetry
Congrats @RobertSiekPoet
On Your second #book
Officially on sale Tuesday, 9/4. #WeGoSeasonal
It was an Honor and Fun working with you on your #Author’s #photo and to #photograph the #painting by @BlakeNeubert for the cover.
Available through Sibling Rivalry Press https://siblingrivalrypress.bigcartel.com/product/we-go-seasona on #Amazon or Barnes & Noble
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Ode to Valentine (unrequited)
@RobertSiekPoet
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Steal…
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It’s So FUCKED UP that the Exact same thing she spent her life fighting against ultimately KILLED her! SMFH Dis shit needs to be taken more seriously bcuz this shit happens way to often!
RIP
#SAYHERNAME #SANDRABLAND
An angel
Sandra Bland in her own words. May she rest in power.😔 wow
This is too much . Rest in power love 🙌🏾
Rip. Fuck the police. Getting tired of seeing shit like this. FUCK THE POLICE.
#SayHerName #SandraBland #InHerOwnWords
Black Privilege
“They took me out
to some lonesome place.
They said, ‘Do you believe
in the great white race?’I said, ‘Mister,
to tell you the truth,
I’d believe in anything
if you’d just turn me loose.’The white man said, ‘Boy
can it be
you’re a-standin’ there
a-sassin’ me?’They hit me in the head
and knocked me down.
And then they kicked me
on the ground.A klansman said, ‘Nigger,
”
look me in the face—
and tell me you believe in
the great white race.’
This is How We Shoot Back
The is that never was...
The is that never was the illusion of something beautiful my mind fooled myself into believing could ever be…
The is that never was constructed following the blueprint of my heart’s design; the architect of my desires…
The is that never was what my soul felt when we were together; what my spirit longed for, for so long; ….
The is that never was in a stolen kiss good night, to lie with him and trace his form with my fingers, the thump of his heart; the synchronizing of our breath…
The is that never was what it was the first day and what is not and could never be today…
The is that never was the feelings I have for him…
The is that never was reciprocated; never was requited; never was him feeling the same.
– Christian l'Aviance
“Good night… I would walk a thousand miles to look into his eyes, good night… to be moved by his smile, good night… to be pressed against his thigh, good night… I would walk another thousand miles to steal a kiss from him, Good Night.”
“There is a hush, a hush of silence, a deafening calm that is heard after a storm.
A boisterous echoing void that is still and frightening. The hum of nothingness fills the air.
And through this you can almost hear the concerns of; “is he alright” “are we still alive?” “what are we going to do?”
Yet even louder there is something else… “what can i do to help?” “Do you need anything?” “We have each other!” It’s louder than any howl of wind, any crash of waves, any clap of thunder. It’s the city, it is New York… and in the hush of silence what you hear is Hope.”
Poetry Month at TheBody.com: HIV/AIDS-Related Poems From Our Readers - The Body →
Last year’s Poetry Month at TheBody.com was a huge success. Well, it’s that time again! From now through the end of April, we’ll be accepting and posting your poems about living with, or being affected by, HIV. Anything you write is fair game. Pieces can be literal or abstract, serious or funny, short or long (but hopefully not too long), whatever you want. Select poems will be highlighted on our site throughout the month of April!