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A Day: A Poem About Longing for Peace, Justice, and Healing written by deargodsamurai and aneakspeaks

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  Aneakspeaks:  I look forward to a day when evil won't be the order of the day. A day where parents don't have to weep about their children's death caused by a faulty system; A day where bloodshed will stop being a norm Where our schools will be safe for our children Where violence will cease in our streets A day where the people meant to protect us, stops killing us. A day where we would vote and not fight All we hope for is a day. A brand new day deargodsamurai: I long for the day when my hopes will align with my dreams. Days I can easily identify metaphors in sign language.  The days I can tell the difference from light and darkness.  A day when I'm not trying to just survive, Where my loyalty is not tied to the bread crumbs my country provides. I long patiently for the day when my heart won't be a mess.  I long for the day when the judge of my soul will Sing to my ears not guilty. I've encountered several sad low self-esteem days, it's funny how I still...

A Poem on Love, Longing, and Desire by MD PRAX and ANEAKSPEAKS

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SHE: Waking up grumpy and sleepy I stepped out of my abode to hear croak voice of the frog trying to tell me how beautiful life is and the melodious song of the birds Just as l walked pass the fields l felt the tickling of breeze on my face and l tired holding on it but couldn't It tousled the lock of my hair I could hear the whisper of the wind in my ear and down to my soul. Just then l remembered how my lover cuddles me. The luscious scent of the Rose tickled my nose Just then my face lighten up and l looked up to see the sun smiling at me I delight to sit under the shade of the tree who is dancing shamelessly not minding who is underneath it The rain are over and gone The awakening of the flowers on the earth, the season of singing has come. The Fig tree forms its early fruit the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Oh my lover when would you be back, the night is drawing near. When would l embrace your soft spoken words. HE: I took an...