Poetry Challenge Day 15: By Harlem River We Sit & Weep

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      From http://www.nyc.gov

By the Harlem River we sit and weep.
By the South Negril River we sit and weep.
By the River Mantua we sit and weep.
By the Mississippi River we sit and weep.
By the Volta River we sit and weep.
By the Nile River we sit and weep.

Our silent tears can not erase the pain-filled years.
These tears fell on the riverbank’s soil and fertilized it,
from this soil grows hopes and dreams that must be harvested by future generations.
We wept not only for what was lost but for what will never be.

Our melancholy can not be seen through stonewashed saginn’ jeans.
Our depressed affects painted with the finest Pink Friday MAC lipstick.
The joker and clown always wept the loudest when alone.
Our home is abandoned and the finest have been carried away in chain-gangs.
We serve and protect a king not our own for a few crumbs from the royal table,

“Look at us now we getting paper.”

Exiled to a stolen land,
we feel as if the divine mother has let go of our hand.
We wept, but many have forgotten why.
We wept, we yell, we cry, but many think our pain is an inconvenient lie.

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Poetry Challenge Day 14: Clarity

         Quartz taken at the Museum of Natural History in NYC

I used to see into the mirror of my heart dimly, but now I see clearly.1

Clarity is more valuable than diamonds, rubies, emeralds and

all the precious stones deep within the earth.

What lies within is the greatest wisdom,

release all you own to obtain it

and once you have this truth sell it not.2

1. 1 Corinthians 13:12

2. Proverbs 23:23

Poetry Challenge Day 10: The A Train

           NYC MTA Transit

We’re riding together but sit worlds apart. The stockbroker, the mother, the hobo living in separate realities, yet riding in the same car. The A Train zips from beaches to hoods to ground zero. Our liberal metropolis is a kingdom of progressive “niceties” . The A Train is a silver chariot carrying us through our politely segregated city.