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Poetry Sistahs (You Are Appreciated) Video by SpokenVizions.com

I weep for the world
As darkness looms in shadows
Cast by sunshine state smiles
Where children are not seen as gifts but
Festering sores that plague
Devil minded adults whose
Idleness has been allowed to go unchecked
In playgrounds of deceit and wretchedness
Where mothers turn backs on daughters
Closing doors to sounds of
Pounding drums on scared weak faces
Washing their hands and conscience
Of years of neglected abuse
And drying their hands with
Towels of daughter's blood soaked red tears
As if black and blues give their
Mundane lives new color

I scream protest through indignant silence
Where revolution is just a wheel
And revolt becomes cyclical
Where we change our beliefs
Like we change our clothes and
Overthrow our souls like
Heavy cargo on sinking ships
Never learning to sit still in ourselves
We cannot hear peace
So we rebel against even resolution
And the wheel keeps turning

I stretch out my hand to the world
To embrace and swallow
Emotional ailments that clog
Lymph nodes of your logic and reason
Administering love as chemotherapy for your cancers
Praying for perversion to go into remission
With mental alkalinity to balance out your PH,
Turning Physical Harm to
Prefaced Harmonies of life resurgence

And I was born with the gifts of
Healing hand and healing soul
That can touch you at depths where even
Your wounds didn't know bled
Where fascia meets hidden frailty
And unconditional love is but a recollection away...

Placing my hands on 94 year old woman
Where I cipher off my youthful Xi
For her endurance to live boldly
Until she is ready to just let spirit go
Providing her with deep senior citizen discounts
Taking near century old pearls of wisdom
As my day's wage and tip
But at this age she can no longer transform Xi
So she can just use me, infused with me
She knows me
My hand gripped tight by arthritic hand
Oyster's mouth opens to say:
It's okay to be a whole person

But I have learned to weep for the world
Fight for the world, Heal the world
But in my concrete world,
My own soul is now transparent and

The Physician cannot heal herself
Surgical scalpel trembles in my shaking hand
Unable to cut the malignant nodes
Off my vocal chords that
Hinder me from crying out for my self
For laughing for my self
For fighting for my self
For healing for my self

And THIS is NO suicide note
And I will show no other symptoms of Dis-Ease
So, is there a doctor in the house?
My soul is in need of medical attention.

Copyright 2004 Adina Nyree

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