Deepest mahogany hue/ beachwood honed by blue waters
We are rooted from the same tree
Our culture stolen by darkness of snow
While assimilation is required
for docile invisibility
Unhidden intelligence endangers facade
No assembly desired
Lest a unity is woven
Into fabric of discovery
Knowledge is power
Best continue splitting manipulation
Mental consequence
for stepping out of line
Without permission
Or wanting to define
Your place
In the human race
With no benefit of recompense
from their harvest
No coincidence
the evidence
we are lulled to sleep
by the reality show...ing us
as pre...scribed
Singing a siren’s song
luring us
to trust
it’s melody
we become debris
broken
washed ashore
clueless
how we got there
About the Creator
E. Joyce Moore
Writer, poet, visual artist, freelance curator, artist advocate. Screenplay author. Author of Ramblings Through the Attic of Thought and ‘SHIPS.
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