Lyric Poems

A lyric poem is a poem that expresses images and emotion — no story or characters. Here are some examples recently written by GCAA creative writers:

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Colors

I.

The soft colors are inspiring
They Scream with no sound
It’s like whispering through a megaphone

II.

My favorite are the dark colors
They are still staring silhouettes
They’re the shadows people are afraid of
They speak your darkest secrets and your strongest dreams

III.

Purple is the blend of souls
It is the poisonous fruits from the ground
Purple I also see as the kiss burnt on dead cheeks

IV.

Pink makes you think
Princess tea parties
Sleep overs
Mean girls
Sour smarties

V.

Green the smell of a spring clean
Sneezes from daisies
Blinking away the sun and calming winds

VI.

Orange smells of just that
Sights of harsh fake tans
Sunsets make drowning nights grand

VII.

Red is hot like a pie pan
Marina gliding over crust morphing for epic taste
A jagged accident in the psychotically closed doors

VIII.

Turquoise bursts like dolphins from its blooming ocean waves
Morpho Amathonte wings as it’s released towards the sun
Cat eyes peering into your soul looking for the karma of your universe

IX.

Yellow stars farther than the sun
Bright as lights shining through your eyes
Aroma of toasted bread
Lemons stinging juices spread

X.

Burgundy lips
Smoky eyed mists
Sexual intentions
or something hidden beyond this

XI.

Brown is the ground
Thicker than all sound
Tears of the neglect of its inhabitants

XII.

Beige are wilting leaves
Serenading guitars music
Whispers of nothing flourish through your brain
Something so intriguing it drives the world insane

XIII.

Blue as my feelings
Dealing with the reality that life isn’t a dream
Love is a figment of our imagination
It’s not always as it seems

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14 Ways to Look at Books

I.

Many people believe books are
Conundrums.
That they are as twisted as a spider’s glistening web,
Each delicate strand, an unfathomable concept, woven into others.

II.

However, from cover to cover they are
Reverberations
Of realms never navigated,
Murmurs of imaginings,
Never before brought to the light.

III.

Each word is a single bead of water,
Suspended among many, many others of its kind.
Each chapter, a vast sea crested with white,
Powerful and bottomless.

IV.

Books are portals
Into the subconscious of another being.
An uncensored view of their most personal visions,
And their most grotesque fears.

V.

Books, like people, tend to echo one another.
They are inclined to intercept ideas,
And twist them into something new.
As in any healthy ecosystem, books feed off one another to survive.

VI.

Thus, we hear stories of the Princess and the Knight in Shining Armour,
And in the next generation, we see a Princess save herself.

VII.

These are the breaths
A book heaves.

VIII.

They are living creatures,
Creations born from the minds of fearless dreamers.

IX.

The one and only desire of a book,
To be taken up,
To be devoured,
Page by page.

X.

To be fodder for minds and souls,
To give life to the dormant book-to-bes that reside in one’s mind.

XI.

Often, people find themselves hungry and do not realize why.
Only a few understand
That they crave words,
That they ache for wisdom.

XII.

A good book
Does not leave you satiated,
But starved for more.

XIII.

This is the purpose of a book.
This is the blood that pulses through its veins.

XIV.

So let us answer the hunger.
Let us delve into a million words.

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Thirteen Girls

I.

We’re all Beautiful YET so different,
we’re paying for things in life like it’s
our rent.

II.

Like the girl who so beautiful she don’t
even know it,
lusting for a guy but afraid to show it.

III.

What about the girl who thinks she’s so
ugly she just wants to die,
but too young and pretty to say goodbye.

IV.

In the dark a girl was abused and it made
her mean,
almost forgotten but realized she a beautiful
queen.

V.

There’s a girl we may think is perfect all around,
until you see her attitude baby bring it down.

VI.

Bring it back up to see the girl with no hair,
Bald is beautiful baby tell them you don’t care.

VII.

And to the girl judged for her size,
Work babygirl ignore the lies.

VIII.

Pregnant girl who alone because the daddy shook,
Mama God with you just look.

IX.

Take a moment and look into the background,
There’s a girl you never see,
She’s going to shine one day and something she
would be.

X.

Fast girl there she go running because that’s all she
know,
you only have one body treat it right.

XI.

Maybe she’s one of the girls that got kicked out the
slum,
use it as a lesson you not dumb.

XII.

Every girl is different yet the same,
These guys got y’all thinking like we to blame.

XIII.

Girl is to guy,
Beauty is nothing you can buy.
Keep that in mind and quit acting shy.

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at My Family

I.

They went through several lawyers,
Thousands of dollars,
And too much emotional baggage just
So I could live with them.

II.

Fighting for me,
Money isn’t even a concern,
They just want me to stay.

III.

Everyday, I am checked on.
Making sure I am physically and emotionally
healthy is a job.
As I go out of the door each morning,
I hear my mom and dad saying something
encouraging for me, as if they are my
personal cheerleaders.

IV.

Supporting my decisions,
No matter what consequences I could get.
Supporting my passions and aspirations,
Always being on my back so they can get me
closer to my goals.

V.

No matter the mistakes I’ve made,
I’ll always know my parents’ arms will
squeeze around me,
that I will always be loved.

VI.

Having inside jokes together,
As if my mom is my real mother.
Although she isn’t the mom that raised me,
she is my best friend.
The person I run to when I need help,
The one who teaches me new things daily,
And makes sure I love myself.

VII.

Getting me out of the house,
Placing me in nature settings.
Kayaking, fishing, swimming, and traveling,
They teach me to love the world.

VIII.

Dropping everything for my physical health,
Being anemic isn’t easy.
Holding my hnd during bloodtests and
always making sure I have enough food
in my body is only a small portion
of what they do for me.

IX.

Knowing who I’m with at all times,
Being sure I’m wearing a seatbelt
and my car doors are locked when
I drive away.
Knowing my friends are the right type of people
because my parents are those type of people.

X.

Hanging out with boys alone that I don’t
know is a no.
Being with people who could burst
my bubble and get me in trouble is
unacceptable.
No leaving the house with a crop top or
short shorts but
sometimes their overprotectiveness is appreciated.

XI.

Always reminding me to practice for competition
and to run to be ready for enlisting,
and helping me study for navy applications.

XII.

They’ve provided me with a life
I never thought I’d have.
A mother who cares, parents to come home to,
Food on the table and a real chance
at life.

XIII.

A map for my future that spells out
success
My parents’ guidance,
my GPS
I unfold my map of life as I begin my
quest.

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at My Sister, Ella

I.

Through the crowd of small children,
The one child that caught
my attention
was the tall, beautiful Ella

II.

I had always had two personas,
like a sour patch kid
in which she had always been the sweet ride.

III.

Her small figure waltzed into the quiet room.
Only her happiness filling the atmosphere.

IV.

Her big, bright smile melting
hearts as it goes.
Leaving a trail of delight
on the desolate people it knows.

V.

Whether it’s her presence that interests,
No one knows
Or maybe it’s the contentment she brings
One of a kind is truly her form.

VI.

Ella isn’t just a sister
But a life source
Like a snap of the fingers
She, like a conscience, influences one.

VII.

The beauty of the soul
So pure and innocent
The reflection of myself
One I cannot forget

VIII.

Just eight years ago
A miracle was born,
Now she’s up and thriving,
Please don’t grow up.

IX.

Soon she’ll be grown
A fully developed daisy
Simple, but sweet
Her serenity leaving one crazy

X.

She’ll be out and about
Away and all alone
A beautiful, mature adult
Who is capable of everything I know.

XI.

Sweet Ella, sweet Ella
How’d you manage it all?
To be a reason someone pushes
instead of giving up.

XII.

The world is changing slowly
and so is she.

XIII.

It was a Saturday afternoon
It was raining
And that’s all it did.
Ella looks at me and smiles
Please don’t grow up kid.

Thirteen Ways of Looking at Failure

I.

Breakin my phone
Skateboard sliding
Phone crashes
Make sure you don’t break it
Echoes as it breaks

II.

X+Y=Z
Algebra an annoying little
brat
The F on my paper gloating
in my face.

III.

Friends like shoes and socks
They fit each each other
Miles between us
separated
a strong bond

IV.

The empty pocket in my soul
The crazy thoughts in my mind
Fresh air passing through my
veins
Empty heart going insane

V.

An uncertain future
that can’t just write itself
The tricky pass that’s a mess
The life I perceive is like
chess

VI.

The parents that are troubled
the relation that fumbled
The 22 years of care
The 2 lives that were spared.

VII.

The water fell from the sky
The tears that made me
cry
The disappointment and lies
The people are not kind
The heartbreak that cracked
the feelings that passed.

VIII.

The bike my brother used
The rocks I threw
The stopped red car
Wheels that went pop
Brother hit the car
Mom hit me hard.

IX.

$80 that was spent
The broke-ness I get
$80 I could have saved

X.

The contacts I wear
harder they were
Eyes gave up
Lost enough
Mind going crazy
Eyes went lazy.

XI.

Spelling bee that was lost
Words that were cost
Money I could’ve got
The more insane I fought.

XII.

New school I went
The more depressed I get
No friends to love
No mind of my own

XIII.

Dog that passed
My face was masked
Dying more inside
I had to hide.

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at Beyoncé

I.

5’4 with beautiful brown skin
long honey brown hair with
little tiny moles on her neck
and face

II.

The most confident, talented woman I know
Independent and loyal
Beautiful and creative person

III.

Singer, dancer all in one
Songwriter that’s ready to have some fun
Creative and imaginative
That’s what she is
But everything she does is her biz

IV.

Born September 4, 1981
From Dallas Texas
Born to be a star
Performed in various competitions

V.

She’s a virgo
She started a long time ago
High school for the Performing and Visual
Arts.
And you already know she’s a sweetheart

VI.

Married to the one and only Jay-Z
since 2008
Released her album Lemonade
April 2016 marks that date

VII.

Joined a group when she was younger
called Girlz Tyme
Then formed a group called Destiny’s
Child.

VIII.

Best friends aka sisters with Michelle
and Kelly
Making the best girl group songs

IX.

Have 6 albums now
Had an alter ego named Shasha Fierce
Have her own clothing line named
Lemonade and when she was younger
it was Dereon.

X.

The daughter of Tina and Matthew
Knowles and sister of Solange Knowles
and little do you know big sister of
her brother Nixon Knowles.

XI.

Has a daughter named Blue Ivy named
after the tree she grew up with.
Had a miscarriage and made a song called
Heart Beat and made a song after
Blue called God Made You Beautiful.

XII.

The one and only Beyoncé Giselle
Knowles Carter
the queen of them all.
So don’t try to compete.

XIII.

The best entertainer of them all
She gets back up every time she
falls
She is the
Beyoncé
Giselle
Knowles
Carter.

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Thirteen Ways People Perceive Blacks

I.

You walk down the street
in a black hoodie & that’s
a target on your back.

II.

You walk down the street and
you never know if
you’re gonna get clapped at.

III.

It seems like when we take
two steps
click clack
we always seem to take
five steps
back.

IV.

Everyone says
Black Lives Matter
but doesn’t
do
anything about it.
We live in a world where AmeriKKKA
takes over
and people thinking white men taking innocent black lives away is
OK.

V.

DVDs, CDs, Cigarellos
Just a few reasons
why our brothers are getting
gunned down.

VI.

The streets are no longer safe.
I can’t just ride my bike down a hill and not expect to be looked
down
upon.

VII.

White men in badges
hold all the power
isn’t necessary
It’s evident that the taking black lives away is a
commentary.

VIII.

I’m not loud or gang affiliated.
Does that make me a
threat?

IX.

This generation still
feels like the early
1800s
Being hunted
because of our color.

X.

When we bomb back
It’s a problem but when
they do it
they get praised for it.

XI.

They take out lives
innocent family, friends
left behind.

XII.

I don’t want any
of my friends/family
looking at me with
closed eyes.

XIII.

I stand up for black
lives
because white
men like to throw knives.

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Thirteen Ways to Look at Christ

I.

A roadmap.
My mind is filled with confusing
roads
And Christ
paves a clear path
for me to follow.

II.

A light.
He separates the light from the dark
the good from the bad. He’s the Light of the
World.

III.

Peace.
I am a storm
He calms my waves
He calms my life.

IV.

An eternal flame.
Everyone’s going through a refining fire
Sooner or later,
but you’ll be well-preserved, protected. Preserve
the peace.

V.

A kaleidoscope
Everyone is different everyone looks
different. All the different colors
of a kaleidoscope intertwine creating
a beautiful picture.
That’s Christianity.

VI.

A cool breeze.
When I feel myself slip
I feel a gentle cool breeze
that somehow reassures me.
Reminds me
that you love me.

VII.

Beautiful.
Everything around me is bland boring
meaningless
without my
beautiful, infallible Christ.

VIII.

Graceful.
He’s like waves
rolling
onto my unpure shores
washing
cleaning them.

IX.

A Heart.
Every beat my heart takes
is for Him.

X.

Protector.
When the troubles of the dark,
cruel world happen he shields
me with his long eagle wings.

XI.

Conductor.
He conducts my symphony he
calls the shots he tells me where
to go. When to calm down and
when to shine.

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Eleven Ways of Looking at The Sunset

I.

Sunsets
Symbol of life
Looks of wonder

II.

The sight of a sunset
at 8:00 pm
reminds me of happiness
To lie there
under the clouds
reminiscing bitter
sweet memories

III.

When sky and sun
make love
they create beauty and color.

IV.

Chem trails in the sky
Forming false clouds
Moody reflections

V.

I smirk
embarrassing the sunset
Makes my soul dance

VI.

Sun in highest peak
Shimmering on my skin
Melanin rich

VII.

Smell of fresh
cut grass,
Summer fills the air.

VIII.

Colors of blue,
pink and orange
fills the sky.

IX.

Embracing the sunset
I accept the unknown
The things I don’t know.

X.

Staring at the clouds
The sky fades them
away.

XI.

Life is just as beautiful
as a sunset if you let
it be.

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Nine Ways of looking at The Image

I.

Long hair
False lashes
Eye shadow
The Image

II.

You give a realistic smile while your heart cries
The Image

III.

Expensive clothes
shoes
pricey bags
The Image

IV.

Don’t sweat too much you’ll mess up your…
Image

V.

Real diamond and pearls for pretty girls.
The Image

VI.

Here use this on your face it’ll cover your
imperfections
The Image

VII.

Look Confident,
Stand Tall,
Don’t Fall,
The Image.

VIII.

Don’t forget to use the hi-light to shine
bright in the light
The Image

XI.

The hour glass figure using corsets to get
The Image

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Nine Ways of Looking at Gender

I.

Heart racing
as she stepped sheepishly
for the first
into the girls’ bathroom.
Sweat dripping
off her brow as another
woman glanced nervously
at her obviously broad shoulders.

II.

At only twelve years old
She is forced to blanket
her frail shoulders because
little boys with
prying eyes
need to focus in class.

III.

With his chin quivering
He looks longingly at his
hands that only two
minutes ago held his
favorite doll that was snatched
by his old school father

IV.

Being drug through the department
She read the dreaded word
“Intimates” up above. After wrestling
with the idea with her mom all
morning she finally came to
terms that modesty was more important
than being comfortable

V.

Closing up at work
to walk outside with keys
weaved between her fingers
just in case a hidden shadow
were to attack.

VI.

His children were terrified
of him after creeping into
his room while he squeezed into
his wife’s red sequin tube dress

VII.

The other girls in class pulled
at her short hair and baggy sports
clothes spatting the word dyke.

VIII.

Staring at herself in the mirror
She examined her pasty skin pulling
at what her mother teased as
her “trouble spots.”

IX.

Walking onto the field she looked
at the other small bodied kids
on the team she breathed in the
cold air coming to peace with
being the only girl on the
team

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Tree

I.

Graceful
The way the wind moves
every branch ever so slightly
How it looks like they are dancing

II.

Strong
When a storm comes and
a tree has to use its every root
to hold itself to the ground.

III.

Wise
A tree knows more than
the oldest man
Seen more than
an owl’s eyes

IV.

Old
Every tall tree
has years upon it
Every circle in their
trunk is a year of knowledge

V.

Resourceful
They take the sun’s rays
as if they need it to survive
The water goes through
their roots like blood goes through veins

VI.

Angry
Every branch bends
as the wind blows them
Sometimes when the wind blows too hard
branches come down with rage

VII.

Weak
Every year that goes back
the more years the tree adds on
When a tree gets older
the roots become weaker

VIII.

Shield
Bark is like a tree’s shield
it blocks in every bit of knowledge
The bark is a shield
because it blocks in every year

XI.

Crippled
The roots are uplifted
no life left in them
They lay there for hours
while the life drains out of them

X.

Mother
Every seed is their child
When the mother is ready
She sprinkles them
and they fly till they hit the ground.

XI.

Insensitive
They are hard to the core
They won’t let anyone in
and won’t let anything show

XII.

Messy
Fall is a messy season for trees
The leaves fall one by one
Making the ground look red and yellow
Till the tree is bare
has nothing else to lose.

XIII.

Bored
Trees stand still
day and night
Nothing to do
and bored to their roots

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Twenty Ways to Look at a Spider

I.

Oh hello, I want to be your friend!
I just got here, from outside
where it’s cold and dangerous
Do you mind if I hide here a while?
I’ll eat all your flies
Hey where are you going?
Oh, it’s a surprise!
What’s that can of spray you’re holding?
Ahhhhhh! My eyes!

II.

You pick up that pink pump you’ve
been saving
for Becky’s wedding,
The one from the pair you’ve been keeping
in the box, pristine and untouched
worth every penny of the $189 you
spent
No thought in your mind
As you
smash it against the wall!
Over and over and over
Screaming
AAhhgghh! Kill it! Kill it!

III.

I work all night to spin my web
and in the day it blows away
I work all night to fix my web
And then a fox claws it away
At night I make another web,
A bird flies through and tears it down
I work to make another web
It rains and water pounds it down
I find a cozy place inside
My webs are not disturbed in here
As long as they are very high
And you can’t see them over here
They’re hidden well, from here I spy
They’re hidden well, from here I spy
Until you face me
Eyes to eye.

IV.

In your banana bag here I lie
Out of your banana crawl I

V.

Honey get the broom, it’s big as a cat!

VI.

You happened upon it
unwittingly
There it lies, across the opening
at the top of your rain boots
Or in the finger
of your gardening gloves.
In all those hidden places
you never think to check,
the spider

VII.

100s of feet in the air
hanging by a thread of silk
living life on the literal edge
of the 31st floor
I am
skyscraper spider

VIII.

It was cold
winter had come
spread its snow
As a cap
to St. Louis rooftops.
I slept to the
drip
drip
drip
of melted memories
sliding through the
cracks and crevices
of my mended roof
as I fell asleep
dreamed and dreamed
of snow
and summer
and spiders.

It was wintertime
And I,
walking in the still dark light
moving past a darkened corner,
happened upon a spider
it clung to its web
As if the cold would knock it away
into the oblivion of the winter whiteness
“Me too.”
I muttered
“Me too little guy,”
“Me too.”

IX.

It reaches out with pointed leg
extended like a careful dancer,
pulling itself along
the silken tightrope
gazing at the world in fractured vision
with eyes that saw
and legs that danced

X.

Little spider
Crawls across room
I cheer it on under my breath
Go go go!
It races
so near to the corner, under that chair
Just make it!
You can do it
No one notice it
PLEASE
live!

XI.

Bird eats spider
Spider eats bird
Cold black eyes

XII.

“Mother, look!”
A black orb in a plastic prison
Belly up
Red hourglass tells time
Red hourglass bursts,
A wooden stake
Smashing it into oblivion
“But I named it after you!”

XIII.

A spider clings
to sky blue glass
reflecting clouds

A spider clings
to life

XIV.

Chicago
St. Louis
Jacksonville
spider

XV.

Chill out dude
Spider rules
Daredevil
Nature
Irresistible charm
Nerve of steel
There is no place we will not go
We are spiders
Hear us bark

XVI.

The spider and the fly were wed
It was 24 hours of marital bliss
and a closed casket funeral

XVII.

A spider hangs in the branch of a tree
overlooking the world in quiet
contemplation

XVIII.

I reach for a banana full of hunger
I drop the banana
for fear of spiders

XIX.

She sees a spider.
Her eyes follow it across the floor
She watches as it enters my line of vision
“Sorry,”
she says in apology,
Her eyes give that
“What can you do?”
Sort of message, shrug
As she gets up,
fetches a tissue.
I smile as if I don’t know
What she’s about to do
Don’t!
I say inside my head
Don’t!
Maybe she’ll leave it
But she doesn’t.
Squish
It doesn’t make a sound,
But I can hear it in my mind.
Trying not to think about it,
that spider
Poor spider.

XX.

Do spiders see in 5D?

With 4 eyes glinting in the light,
If 2 eyes see in 3D sight,
Spiders must see 5D right?

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Nine Ways of Looking at Myself

I.

Football
I’m the best at the sport
I catch, I pass and never hit the grass
Started at the age of 5

II.

Rap
Trap music fills my ears
Slow and hard music and beats
Old as the game itself

III.

School
An 8 hour prison
Mandatory by state
Unshakeable headache

IV.

Drawing
Putting visual thoughts on paper
Magic hand made pictures
Expression without words

V.

The Hood
Leaves the scars but also heals them
A small community inside a community
Everyone has a story to tell

VI.

Religion
Beliefs in something you can’t see
A tingle in your skin without a touch
Practice spiritual training

VII.

Guns
40 with a mop
AK been erasing blocks since the 90s
Glock 38 different from a 48
I like macs more than tecs, they don’t shoot the same

VIII.

Family
Extensions of yourself
People that’s close to you that you don’t pick

IX.

I got called daddy, but I’m nobody’s father
You got that n— name, but you don’t see that n— face
Hope I never be a daddy

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Thirteen Ways of Viewing Your Mom

I.

Best friend,
Someone you can come to about anything
Someone who’s shoulders you can cry on.
Someone you can call and she’ll answer.

II.

Soloist,
Always on her way to work
Working long days and long nights
Raising her children all her own.

III.

Feeler,
Knowing that you are young and silly
Knowing that you will make silly mistakes.
Punishing you because she wants you to learn.

IV.

Doctor,
Picking you up from school when you get sick
Giving you medicine to feel better
Making soup on the stove just for you

V.

Mentor,
Giving you advice
Telling you what’s a good idea and what’s not
Helping you stay on the right path.

VI.

Stylist,
Asking her what dress you should wear.
Asking her what color “best compliments your brown skin”
Matching her fly.

VII.

Gun,
Aiming at anyone trying to hurt you
Firing at anyone that touches you
Creating a hole in their flesh.

VIII.

Shield,
Protection from the World
Protecting you from never forgetting hurtful words.
Protecting you from the person taking away your joy

IX.

Shelter,
Coming home
Keeping you from the cold
Protecting you from the creeps in the night

X.

Car,
Your destinations
Taking you from dance practice to the movies
Keeping you from taking public.

XI.

Fire,
Heating up, turning red
Doing something you’re not supposed to
Bursting into flames when you make her mad

XII.

Therapist,
Coming home from long days at school
Venting to her about pointless girl drama
Helping you cope with being a teen.

XIII.

Mom,
Beautiful
Independent
Mother.

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Eight Ways to Look at Boxing

I.

Slip move must
get out the
way.

II.

Show them you
can’t be hit and
you can be the
best.

III.

When it come to
you and boxing ring
what do you stand for because
me, it’s about strength
and desire and who
can last the longest

IV.

It’s a must to have
a gold metal it’s a
must you train you get
all the way in
you get all the way
out in this sport it’s
no in between

V.

Being in shape
is the key being
in the ring with
a lot of energy

VI.

Then all you
see it. Five judges
and flash light
and you coach yell.

VII.

Hit her with a
jab, hit her with
all you got let’s
get on a move
you got this

VIII.

Hey wait
stop and think
What boxing?
Without
boxing it’s like
a bike without
wheels
and I must
have it

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Ten Ways of Looking at Dance

I.

Graham, Horton
Dunham
Flatbacks, laterals
fingers tensed, torso
hinged

II.

Pointe shoes, or
ballet shoes
leaping over vallies
toes clenched in
pain

III.

Shuffling
feet fluttering like
fireflies
Bojangles & Fred Astaire

IV.

Popping and locking
feeling that beat run
through your body
isolating through
the wind

V.

Pigeon-toed Fosse
sway back leads to a new
style

VI.

Callouses
Bruised and bleeding
toenails
purple and red
all to slide into
a pink satin slipper

VII.

Aching bodies
long hours every night
and day
Diet plans to keep
the weight away

VIII.

Classes, companies, and
summer intensives
all competing for a
spot
a spot
that can be gone
in one wrong
count

IX.

Make sure your arms are
stretched
Yes sir
(I say back)
You’re not trying your hardest
(he says back)
I accept it with a
smile
but then go home
crying
because I AM
trying

X.

Happiness it
brings
but sadness it
carries
An art form
but also a life
form.

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Fourteen Ways of Looking at Being Gay

I.

It’s a sin
You’re going to hell
Old white woman
calls herself a Christian

II.

My lover’s
soft full lips say
Who cares
Our feminine brown hands
intertwine

III.

The love is
real
The love is
Love

IV.

All eyes on
us
We give them
a show

V.

His hands in his
Her hands in hers
Their hearts
one and the same

VI.

He gets mugged
by men
Disgust on their faces
He walks with grace

VII.

She gets shunned
by her mother
This isn’t the way I 
raised you
Too self-assured to care

VIII.

Children laugh
course he has two loving fathers
but cry alone
because their fathers are
never home

IX.

My daughter might be
confused as to why
she has a mommy and a ma
I teach her about
the bees and the bees

X.

Understand?
People will never
Why are you gay
Well, why are you straight
No answer.

XI.

I like
What I like
That rainbow taste
real sweet, sugared, like candy

XII.

Pride
screaming through  my eyes
my heart wrapped
in every color of
the rainbow

XIII.

Her, Him
now her, now him
All united, though tragedies have
arised
Orlando lives in our hearts

XIV.

As Lin-Manuel Miranda says
And love is love, is love, is love,
is love, is love,
is love, is love

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