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  Destruction of Peace

  

  By DanceFckerDance, West Des Moines, IA

  The brave bee flies from flower to hive, The buzzing sound brings my surroundings to life. The wind wishes quietly and white dandelions shed, Their thin delicate seeds, now the flower is dead. The crane behind me roars loudly and leers. The flowers, animals and bees all cower in fear. My sile...
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  Clash

  

  By DanceFckerDance, West Des Moines, IA

  I'm brown. I'm "dot not feather." I'm "can I copy your homework?" to "your house smells like curry." I'm arranged marriage and Kama Sutra wrapped in a 4.0 GPA sprinkled with saris and deep fried in curfews. I'm the caste system and Shiva ...
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  My Glass Ceiling

  

  By DanceFckerDance, West Des Moines, IA

  I must remain in my glass box, the one only I can feel The one that people do not believe exists anymore. The one that calls for me to cook and clean while my brother f***s and dreams. The box that obliges me to cross my legs and close my mouth. Soon, my thoughts will grow too loud and my so...
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  Profound Paths

  

  By DanceFckerDance, West Des Moines, IA

  I like walking. The kind of walking with no destination. I like walking barefoot, Feeling the warm cement turn cool while walking under The single weeping willow on my street. The cold stone makes my skin tingle. I like walking by the joggers, seeing them look down At my bare feet, and giv...
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  My Crutch

  

  By DanceFckerDance, West Des Moines, IA

  You don’t judge me. I can do anything in front of you, And you will be there for me at The end of the day. I can leave you out in the cold (but not the heat) When I don’t want you. But as soon as I need you again, You’re awaiting my return. I can cry while making contact, with yo...
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  Listen

  

  By DanceFckerDance, West Des Moines, IA

  Listen. Just once, close your mouth, Open your ears, And exercise your mind. Hush your petty problems, And care for others. Look around and back at me. Tell me your troubles Are more important And tell me the truth. Listen, Once more, for we were given Two. Not to let words slither...