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I wonder what could come of us

if there were more time

if we held more patience

If we loosened our tongues with love

instead of darts that led to regrets

What could come of us

if we pushed through

you owning your flaws and

the parts you played as the cause

if I managed my temper and tone

used my words more wisely instead

of playing the blame game

oh what could we be

without all of our past heartaches and pain

without bondage and chains to others

without ties and lies

could we be

without one another

no more you and I

no us, no we

would we apart, survive . . .

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Silent music

*A work in progress. Also a working title.

I thought our music would never die

We were a song neither of us knew

the harmony to but

Being caught up in the moments

Moments turn movements

Movements we created with our bodies

To our own beat, in sync

We flowed

To our own tunes

While the world, our worlds

Seem to crash down all around us

It didn’t matter

Our music lived

and neither of us knew

Well I knew, what it was

Because I fell in love with you…

– Viola Constance

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I tell myself

don’t force pieces that don’t fit

and some shit just can’t be fixed

the hazy picture is clear

I’m faded but memories are now jaded, it was you

who no longer made time you

who left me behind

I’ve cleared you from my mind

Now you lurk in my reality…

– Viola Constance

Poetry Post 7: Unity Poem 2

I see the way you look at me
the way you stare
those eyes full of hate
your judgmental glares.

I’m not a size two

nor do I care about the coil or kink of my hair

I won’t apologize for my self-love

that you can’t bare

a beautiful woman of color

nothing can compare.
I hear your disapproving whispers
your pointing fingers

because of the beauty you fail to see

And a love you don’t understand
Mad cus we interracial
I call to embrace reappraisal

with it my magnificence glows

You try your hardest to make my highs

so low, your mindset is so skin deep
it makes me cynical, makes me livid, makes me weep!

 

Your insults will no longer bring us down

We will come together black & brown

Strength and courage to uplift us

You can continue to fuss

We are minorities no longer

We’re making a comeback

We coming back stronger

Brown & black

The underdogs no more

Higher and higher together we soar

Like Maya Angelou we will rise

To your hate we say our goodbyes

You can no longer enslave us our minds are free

Today we let go of your negative thoughts towards we.

 

By: Stephanie Cofield & Viola Constance

Thoughts of You

Continuous thoughts of you
nothing like the others. No daydreams of
you and me forever. No thoughts of
wild sex or someday a family together. Just
the joy and sweet torture of an innocent
crush not acted upon. The essence of our
last meeting, that I … did not over think or
label as a date. How time ended with a
sweet tender passion-filled kiss. Although Continue reading