As things get better,
past injustices
look even more
horrifying,
Especially the seemingly
small ones
that before now were
invisible.
past injustices
look even more
horrifying,
Especially the seemingly
small ones
that before now were
invisible.
 Shoes
follow the path that leads to a future, a past, a love, respect, pain and triumph on the top of a snowy mountain stiff, high, hard strapped with slats, skis, wood shwooshing through the snow cold as we look for a friend lost in an avalanche fallen... 
 I remember
old ladies on their knees painting old walls of used-to-be store fronts and pool halls A stark white years before we knew that Purity came in so many shades. ©2013 A.L. Freeman In Memory of The Reverend Charles Albert Freeman
And the preacher said…Amen! Can I get a Amen? I said, Can I get a Amen! And a man had two sons and the younger son said, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he found himself a long ways from home A Wild Man lying in the graveyard in chains weeping... She started screaming
in her head and couldn’t stop. All day long she was followed by the sound of herself pounding the bars clawing to escape... When he said he loved her
It changed her DNA her constitution. Suddenly her mirror changed and her hair looked better and her smile needed less lipstick and she could feel herself sway when she walked away reflecting the flash of a smile. ©2013 A.L. Freeman |
Author
Amy Freeman has written two books of poetry and has been published in ESSENCE magazine. Her next collection will focus on women, work and finding peace. Archives
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