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Isolation (Brandon Granger - Parks, LA)

Naked and afraid the darkness penetrates my Orifice with a sting of delight. I've become entranced by the mystery of the darkness and my Body has been devoured by its essence. This sensation is devoid of real happiness and has bewitched my Mind into seeking momentary pleasure. My identity has been lost and my path unclear. Crystal cocks have blotted from my soul the essence that was once Me. I'm left with mystery, misery, and myself to blame. The darkness has stripped me bare, standing silent and pained with Pleasure, to no avail.
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I Pray (Faerie - Lafayette, LA)

For divinity I pray, as the iniquitous ones play their games. Insatiably I lay, wanting only to indulge in frequence. Their eyes, so perverse, are burning into my desires. Indignantly, I repress those maudlin ones as each tear they shed within causes me to disappear. You ogle at my martyr soul yet refuse to sacrifice in the name of passion. Insidiously, I walk a destined path as the corrupted ones perish in the wake of their proprietor.

The Fool (Blake Bumpus - Lafayette, LA)

Breaking the speed limit two or three times over. Stay on step, I’m only a muscle twitch from grievous injury or death.
A sudden movement, the snap of a serpent, inhaling deeply I try to trust my reason and my intuition.
I was veering on old mountain roads trying to not be distracted by the glowing stars and the shining snow so I kept my eyes on the flowing road, all I could think of was “Don’t lose control.”
I may be a fool, but I’m no dead man.
I may be a fool, but at least I’m no hanged man. I may be a fool, oh I may be a fool.

A Mutt Like Me (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, Louis)

No one is looking at me right now I can tuck away who I think they want me to be Here in this poem lies a remnants of me
Scattered in this grey abyss called life I am addicted to the anxiety of failure Could a mutt like me possibly ever be pure?
Tough questions on my soulless brain Or am I just tired of playing Hamlet My father died a long time ago to alcohol Is it wrong that this makes me happy? He use to beat me with hate in his eyes
Tough questions on my soulless brain Or am I just tired of playing dumb I want to be a white billionaire like Trump I hate the fact that I’m a Black mutt I don’t know what my heritage means Maybe I’m smarter than I think I am
My actual self these remnants of me

Betsy Ross, The American Flag, and Me (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

Aren’t you proud to be in a country where a woman’s creativity made one of the most empowering symbols in the world? The American Flag. I am.  I wonder what it would be like to go back in time and sit down and talk, while our great American Flag was being made by that creative seamstress, Betsy Ross. 
I imagine myself coming from the future in a time machine to Betsy.  I’d be eager to tell her about what America was like today. We would sit and talk about all those great lives that would die for the piece of fabric she was stitching together: Native Americans, European exiles, Confederate and Union slaves, patriotic men, working women, gay families, patriotic veterans, and devoted immigrants all with that American Flag-twinkle in their eye. Once I was done telling her about all the different fights for freedom, I imagine she’d ask, “When will we ever stop fighting for freedom?” I would say, “I don’t know.” There would be a short silence; hesitation and fear mixed with inevitability.

Billy Lost His Gun (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

Poor Billy lost his gun ‘Cause he lost his gun The NRA was pissed Threw Billy out of the USofA
 His gun led him everywhere With no gun, or friends with guns
Billy wasn't a man no more
If Billy hadn’t lost his gun He’d still be a real man Get him a woman and a child Maybe even become President
Poor Billy can’t start over Billy don’t know right from wrong ‘Less he’s got the right gun
Billy can’t afford a new gun Billy ain’t got nowheres to go Billy don’t know how to use his brain Billy’s life just ain’t worth living

Sin (Faerie - Lafayette, LA)

Burning from within,
My sin
Is rubbing out on you;
Twisting coils
That scratch desire,
My eyes
Are haunting you beneath
My caressing lust;
My savage soul tears away
Your inhibition;
Come to me my sadist,
Lick my pain
And free my thirst;
I kneel for you to take for good
My innocence.