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Certain (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

I'm certain  Something is behind life's curtain  We spend our whole lives  Waiting for that surprise  Of which we're uncertain  We're counting breaths in fives  Hoping our faith revives  That assurance can never come So we look for any crumb  Until our death arrives  It's usually in autumn  We feel a little numb  But with a little knowledge  We can avoid death's ledge  I am certain of this wisdom  Living on the edge That's certainty's wedge  Spirituality's birth  That's happens on this earth If we take that pledge  No limit is in certainty's girth Your purpose you must unearth I am certain  We should be certain We all have our worth 

Skin Deep (Wesley Yates-West Monroe, LA)

The girl I love is black  I've got her back  She loves me I love her  Soothing lotion  Nourishment  Love  That's us  Her beauty could only be matched By my internal admiration  I love how our bodies connect  A perfect blend  Our skins touch  The aura between us  Is mixed 

Race Me (Wesley Yates-West Monroe-LA)

If I could wake up  To a world full of love  Life would be breezy  Easy  Smiles  Hugs  Yet the color of my skin White  Many think I'm their enemy  It hurts me  I know love from the inside  What's white isn't always right Why am I blamed for the past? I wasn't in that cast  I wish people wouldn't race me Make me feel inhuman  Just a pieced shell of skin I'm more than that 

The Phoenix Dies (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Depression weighted  Time to be reinvented  Free me  I'm falling  Ignited fire  The Phoenix is dying  No one is watching  Judgement only  It cries  I cry  A loud shriek   Life  Ashes rolling into... What is that?  Who is that? In its end  In the beginning  God took dirt  He rolled the ashes He molded the Phoenix  He blew air  Soul inflated I have Him We hibernate  In an oven Temperature just right  I'll come out  Cooked to perfection 

They Call Me...(Tamara Broussard-Lafayette, LA)

It began as a still small voice, When life still seemed shiny, Crying during The Way of the Cross, This young girl was desperate for Jesus. The sacramental incense was sweet in my nostrils. The name above all other names, Was a joyful song in my heart. "Little girl you belong to Me!" When blossom of adolescence turned to thorns, Pills were ingested, This young woman desperate to run away, Run away and die. Standing at a cold metal screen door, I was crying again. This time not for God but to The Divine Parent. The voice louder, more stern, Like rain on a tin roof, "I Am here, go to bed little girl." Years passed, God and I, Off and on again, Ebbing and flowing, Other gods took The Almighty one's place. A new song filled my soul, Honky tonk replaced hymns, Jack Daniels replaced Jesus Christ. My Creator's call came louder still, "Choose life little girl!" Like a scene from a morality play, A chorus of wingless angels came singing, A song that saved m...