Vocabulary I Do Not Want

An oncologist, well trained

Her acquaintance I wish not to make

A bond leads to block-sucking end

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation

Its acquaintance I wish not to make

Pummeled to the ground, my end

Mr. Heimlich, his maneuver, spare me

His acquaintance I do not want

Grabbed in his embrace may be my end

A pathologist, well trained

His association I wish not to make

Consorting with him pronounces me dead

These and other death familiar words

I do not want a relationship with

Familiarity will spell my doom

 


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Proud Parent Xing

An ambitious child delivers always
Accolades, pride, respect, recognition
Showered on the hard work of parents

Invitations arrive clockwork like

To orchestrated events honoring
The child achieving feats of challenges

It arrived and beckoned an appearance

To witness the glorification of mine
The stubborn crowd gridlocked

Like ancestral Moses with staff

I parted the Red Sea with breeze of fragrance
I parted the Red Sea with a hat of sass
I parted the Red Sea with a sway of hips
And with dignified chants of three words
Like ancestral Moses with the wand
The Red Sea I parted with gladness
Allowing this peacock a passage
Serenaded on this grand occasion

Avery moving confetti

An amazing recognition
An awed glory unto God
Raising this child for me
Raising her in His image
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I Am from (Remix)

I am from winding roads worn by feet

Green arms slapping me for getting too close
I am from fire chewing into coldness
Paved asphalt broken by potholes
I am from colorful attires, high head scarves

I am from fresh baked dome bread
Signature recipe, marrying yeast and wheat
I am from fireside stories handed down
Carefully protected in colorful wrappers
I am from ringing cash registers singing
Filling wisdom and bank accounts
I am from snap crackle sharpness of respect
Daring the young to be saucy or sassy

I am from fruits thudding at dawn, maturing
Freed from nature’s arms to independence
I am from blazing fires shielding me
From harmattan’s mouth-filled coldness
Heat lotions my skin with calmness
Cuddled in a warm parental embrace

I am from inside protective cocoa pods
Sweet, fresh, mushy exports to the needy
Attesting to sun’s tireless hard work
I am from sugary pastries salivating my songs
I am from the land of kings connected
Man’s oldest civilization fully grown
Reincarnated, growing anew as a child

I am from where the sun likes to hang around
Creating thirty-three hues of humanity
I am from lineage staying connected, tracing
Generations to hundreds without technology
Alas, new age broke the chains that bound

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.