Marian Evans Poems

If my pen were to fall
Upon a solid floor,
Would my objection be all
To follow and nothing more?
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I'm sure our hearts will chance to bleed true.
I hope yours does better than mine for you.

From the time we first sit and look out
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Would it be fair to discriminate?
Everybody deserves it, some have hope.
Why should every soul wait its turn
When the lottery proves a solidifying factor
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I know of those who wish to hide,
Their efforts are in vain.
They cannot help but fail and bide;
I am a path already lain.
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Who, then, are the free-versed
And cannot stop for race?
A muttered slight without remorse
Plagues a nation in disgrace.
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Why can't I have
A knowledge of something more,
A friend without a catch,
A slate of settled score,
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Can it be fairly said
That life on earth looks good
To those of it and subscribing?
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I am sheltered when advised,
The boldest noble in good times
Or the meekest soldier at the round.
I should not be fleeced-
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Small house, smaller still when filled,
Warm kitchen, equally from the stove and ourselves,
Laughing, perhaps cackling, faces innocently instilled
With only a portion of Mom's shelves.
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