Love couldn’t love her
Love never saw her worthy
It found her heart already too weak too small
Too cold and too lifeless
Shes now labels herself heartless
Love couldn’t love her
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Shepherdless
https://soundcloud.com/elisabeth-clarke-768085108/shepherdless
Now this is a generation that was meant to be heard
But it’s like shepherds trade their sticks for whips to beat youth with tongue lashes
We’re a blind herd trying to be led safely to our caskets
Our dreams weigh clouds down to earth
They burst and fill the sky with bright lights of visions just like fireworks
A colourful release of breath to give life to a once dead generation
Choked up in need of the Heimlich
Blown into the winds of desperation
Colours of the aurora borealis setting fire to idle minds
Their fingertips feel alive like an 87 year old woman cured from arthritis
Your bones feel ignited
Ambition is resuscitated
No chance of a reoccurring indictment
Prodigy
https://soundcloud.com/elisabeth-clarke-768085108/prodigymp3
I wasn’t born a prodigy, gifted or advanced for my level
Neither was I born with any delay
That they could say hindered my progress or ability to convey simple concepts understood by other kids my age
The challenge is seeing students be extraordinary and complimented on their brilliance and seeing kids doing poorly and neglected for their blatant disregard for the system set in place that only regards his marks and can’t put a name to his face
My apologies to the “they” in whom I should find fear in but
I cannot commit to the conformity
Our Buried Lives
This is the first poem I fully finished and performed. It was for a black history month assembly at my high school when I was in grade 11. I performed it at school and at a church.
Refuse to just exist
I refrain from living in bondage
But I’m breathing in these daily fumes of discouragement and disappointment
And my lungs keep gasping
Waiting for relief to breathe normally
But my heart’s giving to many second chances
It’s to late to finally live when I’m buried in a casket
Still begging and asking
God what have I done to deserve this predicament
But I’m still too focused on this life that I’m comfortably sitting in
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