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Breath, eyes, memory in me

Poetry By: Quietdiva3

A poem dedicated to anyone living in poverty and those who work to bring a measure of justice to the situation

Submitted:Apr 29, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Breath, eyes, memory in me

Sometimes I forget... these realities make me remember
Remember what I want to forget
But can't forget
Because it doesn't forget me
When I look at my skin
My hair
My speech pattern
My origins
I can't forget
When I look at my sons
The children I teach
The hood I work in
The money in my bank account
I can't forget
The anger
The pain
The love
The jagged past
The unsteady present
The uncertain future
I can't forget
But I can choose how I remember
~Yvette April 29, 2013


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