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  • PoetryPicasso shared a letter in the Group logo of Remembering those we lost/GriefRemembering those we lost/Grief group 2 weeks, 1 days ago

    Hi. My name is

    Hi my name is
    Nah that’s way too formal.

    Hey wassup it’s ya girl
    What am I a radio personality?

    Hi. I’m LaShae.

    Wait. Yeah that
    That feels comfortable.

    Hi. I’m LaShae.
    La like the note
    Shae like the butter.
    And I’m
    . . .
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    God says,
    I am that I am
    But if I said it
    Would it be blasphemous?
    Even if I am?
    Because I am that I am
    And
    I am Joy.
    I am Smile.
    Brittany said it was creepy
    That I smiled so much
    But Brittany didn’t know
    I hurt the same ways she did.
    She didn’t know my smile
    Was as much a resistance
    As it was for her to get out of bed some mornings
    She didn’t know
    I kept my smile because
    Tracy loved my smile.
    Tracy loved my smile!
    She said it was the most genuine smile she’s ever seen
    Which is the best compliment
    Because her smile
    Was the most genuine I’ve ever seen.

    I am peace
    Except when I am hungry
    And I am always hungry
    Beware of Junior’s warning
    You better feed that gal;
    I am gal.
    As sister says,
    When hungry,
    I am Hulk;
    I am pitbull.
    Ya girl just likes to eat
    But when I am fed,
    I promise
    I will be peace
    Like Mable taught me to be
    Peace:
    Not the absence of violence,
    But the presence of Justice.
    So if no Justice
    No peace.
    I am starving
    Pitbull for peace
    Ready to Hulk smash oppression
    See, Mable
    Mable was a child
    When Newark went up in flames
    See
    You don’t watch your home go ablaze
    And end up staying the same
    No
    You arm yourself
    Yes, with the whole armor of God
    Like your mother taught you
    But also
    With a thicker skin
    That none of this heat can penetrate
    And with a weapon
    She chose a pen
    Much mightier than a sword
    Her ink writing for peace
    Not the absence of violence
    But the presence of Justice
    Her ink filled with the blood spilled in her streets
    And then she would come to teach
    All the little children, and yes, even me
    That the power is in connections
    That is what Mable taught to me.

    Barbara taught me to hold my own.
    Pete told me Fret Not
    But Pray if you feel alone
    Latierra and Ricky
    Both taught me to wonder
    And Serena taught me
    That dancing is greater than pain
    Ali taught me God will find you
    Even if you’re in the dark.
    I never met Maurice,
    But his love is always in my heart.
    Ulysses taught me always learn first
    And Davey taught me to dress my best
    Even when they do their worst
    Ron & Vette taught me to be loud
    Lisa and Al taught me love knows no bounds
    Dog taught me to keep my friends close
    Mo taught me that royalty
    Can come from a crack that bloomed a rose
    And Holis, God rest his soul,
    May not be blood
    But taught me what a man ought to be

    I know you asked about me
    But I am an unfinished story
    The moral of my life
    Isn’t complete
    But I am that I am
    And I am pieces of
    Every person I ever lost
    A puzzle
    Amassing to one lone thought:
    Love.

    PoetryPicasso

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    • Love <3 I love love and I love this piece. You have such a creative mind! Thanks for sharing! <3 Lauren

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