This poem is a response to the exploitative nature of society. No one is spared . Not even infants, who are used in commercials. Hunger and homelessness are other issues touched upon here.
Precinct Oldie
Delali Norvor is a teenage writer residing in Maryland. Delali has shared with us one of the poems from a recently published book of her poetry called The National Eyes of an Urban Pariah.
Native Woman
They tried, but couldn’t pierce my soul, she cried, tears streaming down her face. They took my body, took my mind, and tore me from my rightful place …
Remembering My Wolf Lupey
I loved those days we shared rain or shine. This was my wolf, yes he was mine.
Casting Couch
This poem speaks to the need for artists to work, and at what cost some pay. It addresses those who use the dreams of art to manipulate and in some cases ruin the purpose of art.
Fallen Stilts
A poem that speaks to grief and loss, asking us to examine the trap of succumbing to our own limitations.
Jr. High
I was home late at night again; I was thirteen going on thirty. The dining room fixture shone brightly down onto the table, like a beacon of sorts. I sat there with my copy books and my pens, and wrote. It was the summer before I was going to start high school.
Gradient
I swim through dreams, foggy and dense, shift awake, shift back to bed, restless and cold; And it is black in the time between day and rest.
Trailer Park Poet – Part 4
A journey through a woman’s memory of poverty and a feminine understanding. The trailer park series is an attempt to touch the heart of what it means to be a woman hearing these words, and the journey out of them.
Trailer Park Poet – Part 3
An attempt to describe the journeys of my life, the ones I’ve escaped to help others. – The trailer park series is an attempt to touch the heart of what it means to be a woman hearing these words, and the journey out of them.
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