How to Start a Family (Louis Toliver Jr

How to Start a Family (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

There once was a boy or girl (whatever is fitting to you)

Who had no parents nor family and felt very blue

She dreamed of love from others that was never had

The feeling of loneliness consumed this child’s mind real bad

You see, this child's parents neglected her with no good reason

Because they couldn’t handle how this child’s life would seem like treason

This child appeared superficially different to them on the outside

Even though much like her parents was her soul on the inside

This lonely child wondered from foster home to foster home

Adopted then rejected, destined on this earth to aimlessly roam

This child wondered why she had been born and not aborted

Since her parents never wanted her, their family values distorted

Neither I nor anyone else could ever understand why this child was unloved

Why are so many children requesting to be themselves pushed and shoved?

One day I found this child walking towards me, head held low in melancholy

I instantly ran to the child, hugging much love to reject the parents’ folly

The child looked up to me as I looked down to him her, us both with tears

She told me that he she wasn’t wanted and had come true all fears

I embraced the child passionately to instill sense of sincere self-worth

And a father to her I should be and thus our family was birthed

Comments

Come Hither (Annette Redmond Walters - Lafayette, LA)

I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.

Let That Fucker Burn (John Chenvert - Napoleonville, LA)

Let that fucker burn. Let the fire crackle like the whips once did— like bone meeting leather, like screams swallowed by the trees. Let the white columns crumble to ash. Not as tragedy— but as truth, unearthing itself from beneath generations of silence. Nottoway is not a mansion. It’s a mausoleum. A lie carved in stone to honor the hands that held the whip, not the backs that bore it. They called it the “White Castle.” A place of beauty. A place for weddings, for photo ops, for pretending that horror can be made elegant if the curtains match the guilt. But no paint can cover what happened there. Blood doesn’t wash out with white linens. And pain doesn’t forget just because you renamed it history. I’m not Black. And I won’t pretend to carry that weight. But I also won’t ignore it. My people—the Guanches—were taken too. Our language silenced. Our land stolen. Our names nearly erased. So yes, I know colonization. Yes, I know what it means to be disappeared. But I also know this— my skin ...

Dysfunctional (Taylor Coen - Lafayette, LA)

The flower sits before the tree, it is like an antagonist of nature. The rainbows fall against the clouds: colors burst into a buffet of light. Rain travels down into a puddle of water portraying the sight of an ugly ox. The strength is weak; it collapses to the ground, life flows out like a stream of consciousness. Back to the daisy and the overpowering oak, A lightning bolt strikes both. The war fades over, the mist evaporates, and sunshine gli mmers down upon a hidden valley.

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