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Hertiage

Heritage   She is silent in the loudness of strength ready for battle in any nameless war strong for everyone and anyone she loves beautifully wounded All wish they could be her without having to walk in her shoes. ©Kiana Davis 2013

Posted byPoet Kiana DavisJuly 26, 2013Posted inpoetryTags:African American, Culture, poem, Poetry2 Comments on Hertiage

The Silence Between Us

We have lost words that fill silences but our eyes speak complete sentences. ~Kiana Davis 2013

Posted byPoet Kiana DavisJuly 21, 2013Posted inpoetryTags:Black Love, Culture, love, poem, Poetry, silenceLeave a comment on The Silence Between Us

Paved Road

Posted byPoet Kiana DavisJuly 19, 2013Posted inpoetryTags:African American, Culture, poem, Poetry, unblLeave a comment on Paved Road

Once

Once I scaled back my own skin Silent Forced fingers still and died But now every thought blooms And i believe in the possibility of flight. (c) Kiana Davis 2013

Posted byPoet Kiana DavisJuly 16, 2013September 21, 2013Posted inpoetryTags:African American, Culture, poem, PoetryLeave a comment on Once

Surreal

This day has been surreal. I feel like a part of me walks among the dead. And because their waters aren’t troubled my sadness is out of place. Kiana Davis 2013

Posted byPoet Kiana DavisJuly 15, 2013July 30, 2013Posted inpoetryTags:African American, Culture, poem, Poetry, Poets6 Comments on Surreal

Voices‬ in My head

Cryptic voices speak of circling and I see the mountain but do not want to travel it again. Kiana Davis (c)2013

Posted byPoet Kiana DavisJuly 14, 2013Posted inpoetryTags:African American, Culture, poem, Poetry, Spoken word, Writing2 Comments on Voices‬ in My head

The Verdit

The ancestors weep how far we’ve come but our young are still murdered because of their skin. Justice is blind folded again. Kiana Davis 2013

Posted byPoet Kiana DavisJuly 14, 2013Posted inpoetryTags:African American, Culture, poem, Poetry, Trayvon2 Comments on The Verdit

Intuitive

Knowing something will happen before it happens is a gift. Waiting for it to unfold is patience. Kiana Davis

Posted byPoet Kiana DavisJuly 13, 2013Posted inpoetryTags:African American, Culture, poem, PoetryLeave a comment on Intuitive

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