20 Little Prompts: Prompts to an Image
To surmise is to theorize anything.
A unique belief that is as true as
a baby’s babble that you can not grasp.
The sound of nonsense to actuality.
Feel theory itself and it becomes stronger.
Tasting our thoughts on the tip of our tongue.
Watching the words continuously flow.
Sniff the source of distasteful elements.
It all brings you deeper to confusion.
Leonna Labirtha, from Tennessee.
“Why believe in those ‘fantasies?’”
She says. I disagree with her, it is very clear.
Those ‘fantasies’ are what keep us at night.
Compared thoughts to a whatchamacallit.
All because I said her shoe was untied?
“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t.”
The intelligent hat of wisdom is:
guiding light to us all, so bright it’s dark.
Leonna tears apart the hat of wisdom.
Naya strongly disagrees with Leonna.
Soon, Leonna will start believing in dreams.
Leaves on Leonna’s tree fall, leaving it nude.
Her tree of negativity, no more.
Believers had come in 1700 on small canoes.
Siempre se abierta para nuevas cosas.
The water waves and encourages us.
Glistens as the sun touches it slightly.
Love Poem: The Remarkable Woman
From the hospital, sick resting, you still made it to my game.
Surviving off close to nothing, you still provided.
You weren’t physically or mentally great, but you checked on me first.
When I was low on confidence, you were there to boost it.
I cried and told you to stay away, but you stayed to reassure me.
You’re my biggest supporter, always providing me with the abilities of a celebrity.
Thank you for existing as yourself.
Even through the absolute toughest situations, you’re still there.
When we fight, you still remain correct.
You taught me how to appreciate myself.
You taught me how to appreciate others.
You taught me not to let go of things important to me.
You taught me how to be myself.
You taught me to appreciate myself, as well as others.
Thank you for existing as my best friend.
Thank you for existing as my partner in crime.
Thank you for existing as my only.
Thank you for existing for me.
Thank you for existing as such a caring person.
You’re so remarkable to me, Mama.
Social Justice/Witness: I Noticed, Didn’t Think Much About It
I didn’t understand when I was young.
Didn’t have the slightest thought that the word wasn’t a perfect place.
As I grew older, the screen from my eyes was lifted.
Gradually, I began to notice things.
Noticed the color of my skin, the texture of my hair, my background.
I noticed that I was different.
A young black girl, ambitious, with dreams.
I lived in a society where I didn’t see much representation of my culture.
Didn’t think much of it, but I noticed it.
Traveled to the store, a row of Barbies, none that looked like me.
None that looked like my mama, daddy, family.
Pale skin, thin bodies, straight hair, I still bought them, but I noticed.
Now that I’m older, I reflect on my past.
I compare my young eyes to my ripened ones.
Wish I could go back.
Wish I could once again be, that young black girl, ambitious, with dreams.
I can only imagine how life would be,
If I was that girl who only noticed, and didn’t think much of it.
One thing I notice all the time, is that I’m different.
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