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NOLA Poem
Skin New Orleans blood runs under my skinI feel the music pulsing through my skinMy skin speaks volumes of my heritageJazz bars eager for my liquor-soaked skinBy the skin of my teeth I meander across the streetWhere they sell their skinBut my skin is taken for free, those glances up and downMy skin flushes, I…
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A poem for Niagara Falls
NiagaraJuly 11, 2022 Baptism in holy waterIs not only within four blessed walls. Sometimes we are holiness.All teeth and laughs from the chest,Drenched beneath a waterfallAnd pushed off balance by the wind— Baptismal waterThat we rejoice in,Praises and hallelujahs that areLoud and unapologetic. And then that moment ofEnlightenment. When we realize that weAre the blessed.…