The Canarsee, then the Dutch
The English, then the Continentals
The Liberty Enlightening, then Her
1919’s newest native
Born to hope-filled immigrants
First-born Grecian blood
Taught how souls are one with land
Detest the thievery, love the thief
Gave me new-world Explorer’s eyes
Revolutionized, thus, Liberated me
My hair flowing out her crown
I call her fire my hometown
Manhattan girl, my whole world
‘Twas my Thanksgiving to be hers
Bid me to breathe free
Original Thought Credit: “The New Colossus,” Emma Lazarus
You would say, “I see you”
I’d say, “How absurd”
You would tell me to look close
InBetweenEachWord
I, with human heart and soul
Need enlightened news
You, with your electric eye
Have nothing to lose
Do we know what we commit when we pray?
I’m uncertain
Questions, I know I need
After asking for comfort from the One who commands the stars and could right-well hand them to me
Am I earnest enough?
Am I faith-filled?
Is this ignorance or freedom?
What says my soul?
Do you wonder
How I can tell
What is your tell
I see into windows
Frost-covered and wishing for shutters
For the passage of time
And inside
A frozen home infested with uncertainty
Inhabitants fleeing or fled
Some foundation
Proud, I think, given its lack of examination
Not wanting the neighbors to know
Faceless interface
Perpetuates nothingness
Robs us of our souls
Pearl
After pearl
After pearl
I throw
Spending my days
Deeper
And deeper
And deeper
I dive
Losing my air
Circus of soil, of sea
Ringmaster, surf dweller
Walk away, swim away
I lord
Freeing my soul
What if when I die
The mystery of your soul
Is unsolved by mine
Beckon you I might
I shall make my decision
Once I spy your soul
Mere fumes as their fuel
Never, however, my soul
I wonder not, why
Sell your everything
Except for your soul this time
Come back, my best friend
