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STOLEN HANDS – Promote Yourself


Sunday Evening…
All ready I’ve
Suffered enough
Of this
Hopeless rage.
I sit
To try and write it out
My feelings flowing
From blood
To words
On this unforgiving page.

See I once
Held hands
That i
While i plotted lives
With a cold hearted
Now my hands
Only to my
Own skin
The punishment
I deserve
There is no longer
Solace in a
Beautiful face.

I betrayed
My own
Beating innocence
It is now
A cold dead tomb
In which i am burdened
By its weight
With dark skies
And overdue consequences
Time has finally caught on
The price of lies
I’ve discovered
Is beauty
As hate.

Gabriel Denver

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou ( 1978) – Your Favourite Poem


Impossible to pick a “favorite” poet or poem, but this is one:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Sent in by Wendy Shreve



Haunted – Promote Yourself


Memories keep haunting you
The things you did
The words you spoke
The actions you took
At that time
It all seemed fun
At that very moment
You enjoyed every bit of it
Never thought of the consequences
Never thought of the future
You thought the memories would never resurface
Never be talked about
All would be kept in the dark
You thought your secrets would be kept
They are human
Human is to error
You decide to re-evaluate everything
Make sense of things
It was all fun
Now, it haunts you every single minute
Every single day
It hurts
But, there’s no going back
Forgive, forget and move on
The memories do fade
The pain subsides
The heart heals
It’s just a matter of time.

Litbet Ragot

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