Poetry

I am also a novice poet. I love reading and writing poetry, when I have the time; but unfortunately, I cannot say I have studied it much. In any case, I just thought I would share some of my poetry just in case in makes other people happy to read them. So here are some of my poems.

Structural Injustice

They talk of structural injustice;

they say it’s systematic

But it lives in you;

but it lives in me

We are the body of structural injustice;

culture is its spirit

It’s in our desires and preferences,

it’s in the way we see,

it’s in the way we think,

it’s in the way we feel,

it’s the way we move,

and it’s in the way we speak

It does not live in buildings or procedures;

these are merely scapegoats

They are the smoke and mirrors

We are the body of structural injustice

Our culture is its spirit,

and it lives in us

The Justice Sage

I’m a little rough around the edges;

I make waves;

I rock the boat;

I’m an instrument of change

I hurt sometimes,

and I hurt sometimes;

but it’s always in the name of justice

I don’t have faith in God,

I don’t need to;

But I have faith in people

And when my edges are worn,

smoothly polished by my trials and tribulations,

I will rejoice at a life not wasted;

and I will not return

Consciousness

Consciousness,

when, where, how does it all begin?

The experience of that deep blue sea

The rich bold taste, slightly acidic, of that morning cup of coffee

The sweetness of your smile as I look upon your face

The swelling of my heart

The bitter tears and joyous laughter

Consciousness,

when, where, how does it all begin?

The thumping of a heartbeat

Thump, thump,

thump, thump,

too soon to say, no brain waives yet

The warmth of the amniotic fluid,

The sound of the heart as it reverberates against uterine walls

Still too soon, no differentiation yet

Consciousness,

when, where, how does it all begin?

The thumping of a heartbeat

A symphony of two

The murmur of a voice

Mother and you

The warm red glow of the light that’s shining through

The soft gentle feel of mother nudging you

Consciousness,

when, where, how does it all begin?

The water breaks

A strenuous ride down the river of life

The first light of a new day, and the wailing of lifetime

Consciousness,

when, where, how does it all begin?