morris rebecca Poems

I have nothing,
Not a mother to love me,
Not a man to hold me.
Not my children to be there for me.
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I wake up to the sun shining in the morning,
I hear the birds tweeting the songs of palsm,
I hear the laughter of little children as they run to get on the vibrant school bus.
I wake up to the sounds of joy,
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He was my warrior,
He stood tall like a pole,
His complexion was that of the finest dark chocolate.
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Women of colour,
You will one day live to laugh,
You will one day look at the mirror and
realize that being light or dark does not define what you are.
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