Winning Poems by Denisia Brydson from North Carolina!
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I hear you talk about God's love. God's grace. Unconditional and real. So real, that I suddenly feel it. It hits me so hard, that I have to close my eyes. Then, I moan. Mumble and moan. I start rocking back and forth When you say I can lay my burdens down, At the altar. Take my troubles and worries to the altar And leave them there. You say it over and over. Many different ways. Suddenly, I'm on my feet with my hands in the air Shouting in loud, short outbursts. Stomping my feet. Coming out of my shoes. Letting it all out. All the fear. All the anger. All the hatred. All of it. Giving it to God. Bent by spasms in my stomach with each step or two To the altar. Finally, I'm there on my knees, still mumbling As tears stain my face and blouse. Still shouting, as I ask for forgiveness . Being comforted by the sisters. Being reassured by God that I'm loved and everything will be alright. Minutes later, I leave the altar physically drained. Spritually and emotionally cleansed. My vision even seems clearer. I take my seat, sigh and notice the worry in my daughter's eyes. I put my arm around her and tell her I'm alright. Baby, I'm alright. "LEFT-EYE PURIFICATION" 5 or 6 days a week i go to my area in the warehouse sit or stand amongst the loud, dirty machinery and listen to people speak did you see that new lexus suv girl, my husband wants sex everyday look at ann with those raggedy shoes on baby, can't nobody lick you down like me i know you did'nt get those twigs in your head the supervisor thinks she's so fly all of my friends make over $10 an hour forget her white ass, help me instead i'll have that fool giving me his check i'm getting my drink on tonight you ain't nobody, so shut-up if he ain't making no money, he can forget it i ain't doing that mess that dyke looks just like a man did you see that old car will drives if you give me a try, you'll just love my sex so, the talk goes on and on and when i'm not tuned out i hear all these things and so much more i found my soul weighing heavy from all of this junk junk words like food empty words like calories it was actually on a tuesday i was lacking nourishment fat from indulging in idle talk so i took a day off and cleaned my system out with poems and essays from a soprano sky poems of love from nikki and writings from various black writers some who continue to shout hello some goodbye as each word filled my mind my taste buds did a dance as if i was having my first home-cooked meal after months of the fast-cooked kind as each word filled my soul my body turned from stone to a silken fluid eagerly receiving the lyrical strokes from the peak of my twigs to my foundation's sole sometime, during my day of cleansing a final act occurred that took the last bit of toxins from me tears flowed in a continuous stream blending into my silken state as they ran from my left eye signifying the purification of me "TO MY MEEK SIBLINGS" If I told you you're beautiful and, also, smart plus very loving and thoughtful with the purest of hearts, would you believe me? Would you smile and say, "I know." Or would you look at me crazy and tell me to go on? Well, this is what I'm saying whether you believe it or not and I would love to meet anyone who says you aren't all of these things and more. They really have some nerve. Fixing their lips to spit out vile and hurtful words. Find every negative thing you've heard about yourself, tie them all together so they won't escape to hurt someone else. Strike a match or flick a lighter and set them all ablaze. Let the rising smoke be a signal for anyone with negative words to say that they can no longer hurt you or another innocuous person because those words will only injure the speaker in the end. That's a promise from God. A universal law of truth. They will watch with envy, one day, as you inherit the Earth. Just pray for them with love and, in God's promise, have faith. Wear your meekness like a crown and keep your lighters and matches ready. denisiab@hotmail.com (denisia brydson)
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