Blue Damsels

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Diminished

From the wind, I think

Or what’s riding on it

Chilled uncertainty?

Despite any positive prophecy or revelation

Holy, scholarly, or both

It’s what troubles me to the core today

And my sisters too

So let us weep in any and all ways tonight

So the morrow we’ll feel as ourselves again

Whole

Steph: An Epic Poem

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She,
I think,
Would be Stephanie
A love I didn’t know I needed
A friend from a Friend
Both martyred
For, what are true friends for?

She,
Stephanie,
Would have gifted me
A kind word
A wise word
Both since otherwise elusive in my world
For, looking back, what did I expect?

She,
Steph, we’d have called her,
Would be a poem -nay, is a poem
A poem and sister to a brother
A work of art with no end, they are
Both Epic story-songs
For, hear thou, their lyrical air?

She,
Stephanie,
Would be safe from me now
A sword of truth having pierced my soul
A prayer of forgiveness asked
Both to self and sin, I desire to die
For what, but abandonment, is there?

She,
Stephanie,
Would be thirty soon
A soul eternal
A girl, a woman
Both alive
For, ‘tho I don’t deserve, why too am I?

Alicia

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Freckle-faced girl in the rainbow coat
Pretty 
Riddled
Porcelain heart

You other girls with the unkind curls
Why, why
Won’t you 
Make her a part

She is my friend and she shares her coat
What cost
You cause
Her eyes cast down 

She found her smile in another place
My friend
She’s gone
A foreign town

akin

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What then
If you’d suffered as I
And I’d shown no passion
No care 
To pull you to here from there
Where it’s safe 

What then
Could I claim Humanness
Or say I’m your Sister 
Come here now
To this side
And thrive 

arrived 

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If our souls don’t ask for our skin to touch
Then we won’t get
Get
Where we need to be
Brother
If our arms aren’t soft while our will stays strong
Then we won’t claim
Claim
Our identity
Sister