Angela Khristin Brown
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At 6:24pm on September 21, 2009, Angela Khristin Brown said…
The poem, "Forsaken," is universal meaning. It could be written about slavery and black struggle or it is written about the condition of America is in now.

At 1:00pm on September 17, 2009, Angela Khristin Brown said…
I would encourage others who have something potent to say to express themselves open on my blog.
At 12:58pm on September 17, 2009, Angela Khristin Brown said…
Written by, Angela Khristin Brown


We have been taken as an enemy of all
In prison our ability to communicate with God
We have mistaken our old tired lies
Creating fear within our delicate skin
Drugged addicts holding us back
Alienating a rafters dark steps
The ghettos furrious life sentence
Devious of the calm waters
We entrap our minds in dissolute times
An image of a storm perturbs warm waters
A roots bough underneath the soils foil
A shadows emerges a hallow path
To taste its breath of poisoness air
Hovering silence embrace for peace
Time’s client is an admissive stare
Ghostly hands deplete death entrapment
Ghastly sign of escape of insanity
Trying to vacate his unsought welcome
The river trails defeat and defile voices behind
His huge plow hands hold in singes of dirt
His back hold gashes of violet sups of blood
His heart meditates for a savior
The dark night encloses desire to be free
Lord, grant me strength
Perilous dreams deferred
Envious puppets emulate denial
If tears could speak
It speaks of fear
Align the dark shores
To compromise life in deception
Hammering light conspiracy
To position for failure
A quilt made of old tired jeans
A sewn patch from each generation
A coveted patch woven in gayety
A smoldering vintage kept hot
And in the middle of the day
We would all exit
The storm
Amongst a clay of dust
And mother will bequeath love
And nature will provide fruit
And prayer will be inevitable truth
And the new born will never speak in silence

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