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Armor in America

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I don’t have the words.

I have anger.

I have shame.

I have pain.

Anger over the hypocrisy.

Shame over what has happened to America.

Pain knowing if the people had been black they would already be dead.

The most protective armor in America is white skin and a MAGA hat.

With it you can break the glass windows of Congress.

You can rifle through offices and walk out with the furniture.

You can yell at the police and walk away.

This isn’t the America I fought for.

This isn’t the America I love.

America be better than this.

-b.e.

Emotional Typewriter

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I’m too angry to write.

The feelings are there, but the words escape me.

Gritted teeth, the forceful tapping of fingertips.

Absolute frustration exploding from my thoughts.

Incoherent strings of words are all that’s left.

And then, a gasp,

A release of coherence, calm and collected.

Words untangle the mess of emotions.

Words give an identity to feelings otherwise trapped.

Words begin to manifest peace.

-b.e.

Poems in the Dark

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I write my poems in the dark.

Tapping away on the dimmed phone screen.

The tiny computer in my pocket holds my deepest thoughts.

Soft music lulls my children to sleep

While I type away my thoughts

Feelings of the past, moments in the present

A passing phrase or word floats in my mind

Until it finds its way through the keyboard to my notes.

My babies tucked in their beds beside me.

My life, my inspiration, my thoughts all float freely here.

I write my poems in the dark

It’s where I feel the most like me.

-b.e.

The Hive

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My mind knows it’s not worth it.

That it’s not worth getting angry.

But my body hasn’t figured that out.

My body is tired, tired of constantly being in fight or flight mode.

Tired of choosing fight and regretting it instantly.

The persistent buzz just beneath the surface of my skin.

The swarm of angry bees ready to fight.

My body exhausted, using up energy to smoke them into submission.

But if I don’t,

If I knock the hive and let them loose,

I won’t be the only person stung.

-b.e.

The Crown

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Life will not get the best of you.

You have to fight it.

Prove it wrong.

Prove to the universe that you will not be toppled like a fallen kingdom.

You are worthy of the battle.

You will take a hit and then swing back.

Life will kick you down.

Shove your face into the mud.

You will fight back.

You will push your way back to your feet.

You will triumph over the bruised and bloodied field.

You will be stronger, wiser, smarter.

You are worthy of the crown.

At Odds

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It’s terrifying really,

Knowing that what you want to do

And what you need to do are at odds.

Realizing that what you think you are called to do isn’t really what your passion might be.

Sometimes you just have to find the job that lets you do what you love.

Sometimes it’s the same thing, sometimes it’s not.

Sometimes you struggle with who you really are; outside of a wife

a mother

or a daughter.

I, myself, am a writer; despite my best efforts to prove to myself otherwise.

I’m sorry Tamir

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I’m sorry Tamir.

I’m sorry that you grew up in a world where you, a child, weren’t given the shadow of a doubt.

I’m sorry that you were tried and executed because of the color of your skin.

I’m sorry that you still won’t get justice.

I’m sorry that the system is so obviously stacked against you.

I’m sorry that you lived and died in a world that could have been better and so many chose to ignore it.

-b.e.