*“My Past And Future Assassin”~Terrance Hayes (Poets & Writers Pgs. 30-37)

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“I Live To See the View”

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(original picture derived from Bing)

I Live To See the View

I done been some places.

Yeah, I’ve even seen some things,

I’ve seen birds trying to fly, with broken wings.

I’ve seen many forget the HUMAN in “Human Being.”

 

I done seen the moon, reject the sun.

I’ve seen parents abandon & devour their young.

I’ve seen the battles one goes through when they don’t hold their tongues.

(((LoL!))) Baby! I done seen some things.

 

I’ve seen many jump in ignorance, hatred & violence,

Innocents perish from the blast.

I’ve seen many white-washing cultural atrocities-hiding the past.

Heck, I’ve even seen the homeless, giving others their last.

 

Shit! I’ve seen children turn against their Mothers, Brothers against Brothers, Our Women hating & warring with one another.

I’ve seen people go crazy for becoming lost lovers.

Uh-Uh-Uh! I tell you! I’ve seen some things.

 

I’ve seen the worst of things, turn out for the good, I’ve seen Love & Unity within the Hood.

I’ve seen many turn blind-eyes, to the systematic destruction,

hoping to be good slaved zombies, for the NWO’s Plantation.

 

I’ve seen what I can, I’ve seen what I wasn’t, I’ve seen the Universe within Self,

sharing the reflections.

I’ve seen the power of the gentle touch of a hand,

as lips mouth the words “I Love You”, the answer, sadly many do not understand…

 

I’ve done seen some things.

 

And throughout this life,

bundled joys

&

strife’s…

“I live to see the view.”

~Maxwanette A Poetess

“Love Is Everywhere”

LOVE IS EVERYWHERE…

It’s in the air, the breeze,

the rustling of leaves,

that reminds us that it exists

 

It’s in the sun, the sky,

in the hearts of passers-by,

even if we don’t see it

 

Love is the start,

the beating of the heart,

flowing from realm to realm

 

It is a place,

not needing a face,

for all you have to do, is look within

~Maxwanette A Poetess

*Inspired by a Facebook Friend

*By Poetess, Yasmeen zehra anwer

Aye daughter

I see your ache

The wreck of your bein’

The lines of misery are all drawn the same

I see your dark night, no star in sight

And deafenin’ sounds

Of the earth beatin’ itself.. shakin’

Houses burnin’ comin’ down

Humans crying ..

I hear ya my girl..

Your pain ain’t not yours alone

It’s the smokin’ flamin’ burnin’

 on stake

Of mammas n grammas of centuries past

Beaten.. shamed.. accused.. n punished

I have you in my heart my girl..

But I see more.. my love?

 What’s that?

The darkness lain under your eyes,

The staring gaze .. the twitch right there,

The scratchy voice you spoken with,

The pallor around your lively mouth,

The stiffness .. readiness of how you sit,

The force you gather n hold your skirts with,

Ah what is that thing dear girl?

Fear.. ?

shame..!

Aye ma

My pain is that of centuries past

And centuries comin’

My heart and earth are shatterin’

Ya I am the madness in the streets of Kabul

 they killed with stones n bricks ma!

I am the witch they burnt on stake

For dancin’ with my friends the spirits

Ya mom

All that I am and every particle of my bein’

Has a story three-nights-long to tell

Yes ma

The shame n fear have come together

The twin serpents from gods own hell

I shake with shame for my weakness

I fear the streets ma, I fear the town..

You know ma, how I’m all the women like me before?

Aye..

Just as I am every woman ever lynched

Burnt alive, smothered, slain..

He is every single one of the mob!

Every hand that holds a stick

Or stone

Or torch

Screamin’ for blood ma!

I startle at lil sounds ma

I look behind me all the time

Y’know ma

It’s not even an even fight

He’s the eternal victor ma,

I, the eternally damned!

Yasmeen zehra anwer

*We thank Ash ES​ for sharing the works of this Poetess.

“Silence”

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Silence

In a space of total love & acceptance,

feeling the vibrations of my very existence.

The quietness of who I Am,

refocusing on the connection,

I have with self.

Releasing the imbalance,

and realigning, to the shift within…

Finding my place, deep inside…the “Silence.”

*It is within these moments of silence, that I am most creative, loving and extra over-standing with self. I embrace who I am in a cocoon-type fashion. 

© Maxwanette A Poetess {a.k.a. M.A.M.), All Rights Reserved.