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The drowning
we all look
into the water where
a child was brought to his death
not long since
his little sister
calling
Poèmes sur le thème : sister
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Your Fault
my sister can't look at me without flinching
because the little girl was never saved
from the torment
despite my pleading promises.
Loretta's Monday
She glides
In grey and worn red
Alone in her height and
With her silence
Untouched
Touching me.
So old in her smile,
Defined for years by
A confectionary fall
By the open wound now
Of a sister
Her world
Where I have separated bangs
And my name is Judy.
Bye
I used to say hi
But now I say bye
I always think about how I will die
But for now I say bye
I know it's harsh
But it's true
My mind is at ease
I once felt like I wanted too die
But now I don't
I have things too look Forward too
I don't know why I felt that way
But in the end I did
I still do a little
But not much
I think about my life before I came here
But when I do
Rev. Joseph Williams
Being a Man of God
and a child of flesh and blood
my soul thirsting for truth
and my body hungering for eat and drink
realizing that the satisfaction of one
depended upon the survival of the other
and this could best be done
by preserving the Second Baptist Church
and that on the sisters
depended such preservation
you can understand
why the congregation stuck together
and why, when I died
the sisters mourned
and why so many children
will likewise search for truth
Justice
Michael, come in! Stop crying at the door.
Come in and see the evil you have done.
Here is your sister's doll with one leg gone,
Naked and helpless on the playroom floor.
"Poor child ! poor child ! now he can never stand.
With one leg less he could not even sit!"
She mourned, but first, with swift avenging hand,
She smote, and I am proud of her for it.
Michael, my sympathies are all for you.
Your cherub mouth, your miserable eyes.
Your grey-blue smock tear-spattered and your cries
Shatter my heart, but "what am I to do"?
He was her baby and the fear of bears
Lay heavy on him so he could not sleep
But in the crook of her dear arm, she swears.
So, Michael, she was right and you must weep.