I wish I could climb heaven’s ladder to escape from this glimpse of a glimpse of hell
To rest and holy places where the last knows what it means to be first and the first knows what it means to be last
I wish eternity was just around the bend of a corner and that I was ready
I wish I could be done with being tired of this life or that common sense was more common
I wish pride and ignorance didn’t course through the veins of a racist, for he is simply man too blind to see the human in me
I wish my history wasn’t so sore to the touch, that the imprisoned truths of my people could be set free and that my people could simply be
I pray to see the day when everyone finally gets it, our lives matter too
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Lakena McQueen
So I’m a poet and I believe in God. But life still be life-ing. So this is how I deal. I’m revamping my page with new posts. Hopefully you appreciate/see/enjoy the growth.
And that’s all folks! Well that and those pieces of mine :)
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This is such a tender, caring meditation on generational grief. You should be proud. "I wish my history wasn't so sore to touch..." You should celebrate yourself for that offering alone! My only question is if you had anything else left to give to this piece? A part of me feels like there may have been some thoughts left over. Ideas that may not have manifested completely and were left aside. If so, I'd love to see what would have came of them if added. I also might be wrong lol Either way, great work!