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Warning to the Youth Haiku

what this world can do
to you is have you believe
you cannot achieve
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the fragility of humanity in student #3

we spoke of lyrics
disguised as poetry
and your ideas of genius
and your mistaken Louis Vouitton imagery
i never thought i’d be in a classroom telling a white boy
that the line about my pussy being like a lake
that another bitch’s man’s face is swimming in
would be a better example
to analyze
and you agreed
saying no one else is writing lyrics like these
and i politely disagreed citing
the historic public dispute
of Nicki Minaj
and Lil Kim
that I heard about
during a powerpoint presentation
at a house party
in Brooklyn
here i am
dropping knowledge
on you kids
when i should know less about these false idols
writing songs about the new American Dream
another missed opportunity for deeper analysis
and i try not to think that they call you Fry for a reason
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I was in my body
I was getting big
I was my body
Being seen
Needing a glass of water
I was hiding behind a sheer fabric
I wanted a glass of water so bad
I willed you to offer me one
I wanted you to look away and 
Have the glass of water be
On the side table within reach
I relaxed into you seeing me

Thirsty, then gulping
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Keeping The Faith

Come back, trace a finger
through the dust,
the mantle was clean,
but a week ago.
Kitchen standards,
have slipped again,
the chicken wasn't stripped,
for the gristle puzzle
and the juices flow.
You and I,
and thirty years,
we set the double standard,
you guys, this, and that
you don't understand
we never did it like that.
Double life fading
from both ends inward,
slow tv vanishing trick
before your very eyes,
never truly homesick,
just unsure why we left.
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beauty i saw today (because of you)

catching the snowy egret, webbed foot suspended as i ride by.
the way my neighbor's chin wobbles into his neck and trembles a field of newborn stubble.
the yuppie playing bocce ball at the new fortress of masculinity just off the bayou,
who greets me with the face of apology, who i immediately pity,
who i also hate, and i wonder.
were you ever a lesbian separatist?
did you have the time?
between poems and poems and not wanting to die?

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