Roots of the Heart

August 17, 2012
By NitashaS SILVER, Queens Village, New York
NitashaS SILVER, Queens Village, New York
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I am from the land of
Long bumpy streets with
tossed candy wrappers at each side,

I live on
Rough carpets and dirty hallways
under my bare feet,

I dream to
Tall green trees that sing
sweet tunes of peace in
the breezy summer,

I travel
Small distances from one end
of my heart’s rope to another
closely knotted,
neatly kept

I hide from
Dark alleys with hushed tones
at the strike of midnight
Quick exchanges on
the corner of my street
Gone with the coming
of the sun

I am drawn towards
Loud calls to salvation
poems by the One
Who loves me most
Quiet rooms of
forgiveness
Soft whispers of
praise

I exist in
A land of turmoil
and serenity
A two-face kingdom
to call my own.


The author's comments:
A "where I come from" poem I wrote at a workshop at Adelphi University earlier this year. A glimpse into the life I lived in Jamaica, Queens; the place where my world truly began.

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on Sep. 14 2012 at 3:34 pm
NitashaS SILVER, Queens Village, New York
9 articles 3 photos 12 comments
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it! <3

on Aug. 20 2012 at 5:00 pm
Allicat001 SILVER, Waukesha, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"Love is not someone you can live with, love is someone you can't live without."

"Always stand up for what's right even if that means you're standing alone."

I loved the imagery, emotion, and overall flow of this poem.  You're definitely a talented writer, great job and keep writing!


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