Monica Lanier Poems
|1.||My People, My People||7/21/2014|
|5.||Fly, Fly High||7/22/2014|
|7.||Last Words Of A Dying Poet||7/22/2014|
|8.||New Orleans Cries||7/23/2014|
|11.||Be My Voice - Dedicated To Sandra Bland||7/28/2015|
|13.||I See You||11/8/2014|
|17.||Sandra Bland - Make Me Understand||7/26/2015|
|18.||A Second Chance||12/2/2014|
|19.||' I Am '||7/22/2014|
|23.||I'D Rather Be||7/22/2014|
Pull the trigger, shoot me as I run
From the phrases ricocheting from your mouth like a loaded gun
So you say I am nothing, nor will I ever be
Worthless and I am no one is how you just defined me
Take my sanity, toss it to the ground
From the sound of vowels and constanants transformed to nouns
A tainted token of a spoken mass of negativity that grows
With pain so unbearable so, think as you let them flow
From your mouth, they scar, it is a proven fact
That once said you can never retrieve them to take back
Words are like a clock spoken every ...
Big mama sings out loud and out of tune.
"Has anyone seen my walking shoes."
Them shoes have been with me when I had nothing to eat.
No roof over my head my home was on the streets.
Them shoes helped me when life was unkind.
Kept me going when I almost lost my mind.
Them shoes are a reminder of where I have been.
So I look at each day as a beginning and not the end.
Them shoes will carry me to a day I will see.