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Gina Brown - Wind and Rain

Gina Brown – Wind and Rain

was peace only on her surface
easy achieved by being alone?
or did he mess her up
by not coming on his own?

why is she always blue
and her serenity all gone?

tears like crystals
dangling from dark eyes—
thoughts as knives
tearing her sanity apart—

why is she always blue
between her sheets?

her silence so sad
it made the sky weep—
each drop a star
to make her company–

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Rudolf von Deutsch – Penelope waiting for Ulysses

so you did it
like I thought you would–

you let me go–

but the one that
never came

was you–

*

metallic silence
became a metallic knife–

cutting me open
with your absence–

*

then it’s just me
and i’ll have to do–

kicking fear away
to be gone like you–

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Response to a Margaret Atwood poem.

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Nelson Mandela in his Robben Island cell

Although my skin is white
Madiba is my father–
He’s my relative
cause we share dreams–

He’s my grandfather
– black and poor –
when he uses social clothes that doesn’t fit*
to go to his first school–

Although my skin is white
in Africa are my roots
and African my features are
beyond my white skin–

*

Crystalline my tears came
like Madiba’s heart
like his life
like his soul–

I wish we didn’t need
people like you
I wish we were the same
beyond colors and faiths
I wish we didn’t have
treated you (and many others) this way…

You go now, Madiba
with the peace you said so…
You go now, Madiba
but your smile and ideals remain
You go now, Madiba
but your sons and daughters will stay…

And in your memory
we’ll build an equal world
with those who give away–

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* When Mandela describes the first time he goes to school with his father’s clothes that were way too big for him at the time in his autobiographical book, he touched me in a away I was never touched before. He also have a huge resemblance with my real grandfather – not only physical but this amazing sense of right and wrong that seems to be disappearing in newer generations.