….our fierce connection
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Blue Inked Soul
Immortal Love
Our heart
An emulsion
Coloring the night
A deeper shade
A sweet rush
Dispersed
Hungry veins
Needing you
Immortal love
Unfading©
Nikki Moore
Live without regret
Wait for me to come home
Unchained my lips
Grandma Saved Me
Her big round eyes are electric blue,
Bluer than the sky that hides
The storm within me.
Her voice is the reason why
I stand in the puddle, splashing
Around like a child,
A child without worry, without fear.
Her Strength has sustained me
Pulling things out of me,
Things I never knew
Existed. She told me I was a leader once,
Once when people look beyond the dirt and the shame
Beyond the legs that straddles the street corners
At night, dressed in a shadow of someone else.
She told me I was beautiful once,
Once when hate and denial eats away at my heart.
But her great old eyes
Rimmed red and tired
Saw something in me
Something no one else could see.
I should have held on to her words
Softly spoken from wise lips
I should have believed her
But, believing was hard
My world, my life was hard.
Harder than the bullets that claimed my family, harder
Than the tears that have scared my face.
But her eyes, full of pride and hope
Turned a deeper shade, a magnetic blue
Like a storm they stirred my soul
Causing a change, a change powerful enough
To save me.
Nikki Moore© All rights reserved 2016
Are You Listening
The walls are soaked
Dripping out
The pain and prayer
Of a grieving heart
Laughter has died
My lips now quiver
In fear for the future
For my children, children
I pray for the light to stay on
In their hearts
For compassion to guide their hands
Maybe they will make the difference
Where we could not
Maybe they will bridge
The great divide
Maybe they will sealed the rip
That has ripped us apart
A holding of hands
One heart
One nation
One blood
One color
One God
I am still hopeful
Deep down in the silence
Beneath the darkness
A flame still burns
I’ve seen too much
I’ve bear too much
I’ve prayed too much
To give in now
I am painting a rainbow
Over my scars
I am washing the ugliness
From my tongue
I am speaking to the mountain
And the walls and the empty spaces
Receptive souls will hear
The broken heart will hear
Grieving families will hear
The children will hear
The confused and disillusion will hear
They will come
They will listen
For in our bellies
Rooted deep we have an innate
Desire to see change
To feel hopeful
So today,
Come as you are
Hear my voice
Let change begin with me
One voice
One word
Softly spoken
Are you listening?
Nikki Moore© All rights reserved 2016
Missing you
The finish line!
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