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Ruminations of a Jaded Optimist Arts 

Ruminations of a Jaded Optimist

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Though I am an optimist I can still fall prey to the sad truths of this world. I feel sadness and grief for those around me, marveling in the great cruelty, ignorance and unfairness of this world. How does one remain hopeful? I feel helpless. I feel powerless against things so strong as nature. Yet do not misunderstand me, it is not Mother Nature with whom I wish to quarrel, but the possible nature of man. Greed, ignorance, arrogance and lust for power are my true enemies. How do you…

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Unthinkable Thoughts Arts 

Unthinkable Thoughts

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These thoughts, these scribbles, these notes and screams, the replies, the agonizing questions, the cursing, the bleeding words, and the cutting sentences, all of which lie in me. Like a bomb ready to explode, but left burning at the top of its fuse, feeling like it’s gonna implode but never getting to. The bomb that needs to be ripped open, the one that needs to break, shatter, burn just to have fulfilled the need of what it is: a bomb. These thoughts, all they are are thoughts so why can…

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A Woman’s Woes in a Patriarchy Arts Women's Month 

A Woman’s Woes in a Patriarchy

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Like a river, I flow with grace, Through the currents of a man’s world, I pace, Where the tides of misogyny, I often face. Like a delicate flower, I blossom and grow, But my beauty is often overlooked and low, In a world where a man’s voice is the only one that can glow. I am the earth that nurtures and gives, But my worth is judged by my curves and the way I live, In a society where a woman’s voice is only heard when she screams and shivs….

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My Shivering Petals Arts 

My Shivering Petals

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My Shivering Petals I am a Black rose, grown in a garden Where the color of my petals is often harden By the frost of police brutality, it withers My roots torn by the storm that it gathers. My parents, they are like birds trapped in a cage When pulled over, their freedom taken like a wage My friends, like rivers, overflow with tears As they speak of the harassment, their pain, it smears The system, a ship, lost in the sea It’s meant to protect but often it’s hard…

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