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Taking a stand

This will be my last poem for at least a week. Gotta head out of town on some business but thank you for stopping by and reading this work. The honor you guys show me makes it worth writing. This is an old poem; wrote this in high school; senior year I believe. Back in 1993 in St. Louis, MO.


Taking a stand

see me if you can.

a tiny man pacing down
to an existence,
a territory which was famous
to his own self
to his own people.

he looks through a tiny hole
with his tiny eyes
pondering on tiny dreams
with tiny expectations.

the surroundings were great
well, great to him
with yielding roots
clawing towards the dirt,
grimly looking rays
of scattered moonlight fell
upon his face
displaying somber, tears
and hope.

To
think
as
a
man
you
must
feel
like
a
human
being
with
heart
in
line
with
personal
chi
and
goals
parted
from
doubt.

his seed was born
his seed was created on earth
from an reunion
of lovers
which he stayed
and cared for
the tiny one,
so small with
an ignorant
perception
of the
environment.

a new-found
confidence
transform
the tiny man
to a Grown Man
as “acceptance”
clashes with
denial.

And might
decreases
to comfort,

love is a mother…

And might
decreases
to comfort,

so is being
my color.

to my Hebraic child…