Carlisle

Ancient language torn from their heads,
Proud native beliefs, forcefully bled…

A Gifted World

The pens of writers that came before,
The lives that did not look like mine…

Going To Church

But our scripture cannot be seen,
Found written on a glowing screen…

Language of the Land

Of course, there is still great bigotry,
We have hated throughout our history.

Indigenous

Were wrapped in greedy wishes,
And fingers crossed on hands…

The Five Civilized Tribes

The Creek and Chickasaw,
Ill-fated Seminole,
Cherokee and Choctaw,
Never again made whole.

Fluent in 14 Languages

We have always been able to communicate with each other beyond any language barrier. It becomes this subtle dance of gesture and pantomime. Moving your hand across the other as if holding a pen to indicate you want to write something or would like your meal’s check. Pointing at something in the market and touching your wallet to inquire how much it costs. A whole stage full of charades played out to convey what the other is saying.

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life