Tag: My Fiction
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Running Tears
A poem I wrote in reflection on the many mother’s losing their children to violence in the streets of Chicago. Tears running, ran heavily through the streets mixing with blood shed from lost souls traveling a reaper’s path holding hatred hard within their hearts. The wailing cries of many mothers losses crawling, climbing and crucifying…
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The Red Rondo
A poem I wrote in 2009 for a poetry class after reading a headline about a young man shot to death in Chicago. The sound of Dave Brubeck’s Blue Rondo A La Turk played in my ears, so I blended the sound as the background music when I see the images from this poem.
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Gotta Be Me
To be me or not to be me, all I know is that I gotta be me. The noble state of thinking of being brings me no closer to an answer that probably does not exist. Is it a good thing to sit around and let people tell me who I am? Or allow…
Rebe de la Paz 