I don’t have a name I have a number
Will my kids ever call me Dad?
Will I know when they call me?
Do they know I’m not that bad?
When I hear my name, will I remember?
Or will my number shout out loud?
Is it because my skin is darker?
To them, I stand out in a crowd.
The men with sticks they stop to beat me
Because their God is not the same as mine
They say I kill for my religion
But still, I drink the blood of wine
The orange suit in which they dress me
Only hides the bloodied scars
But I prey the next time my children hold me
It won’t be from behind these racist bars.
But one day I will see my children
One day they will call me Dad
They will never see my terror
Or the suffering I have had.
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David Aleman
I am a tired, middle aged man. Artistic and sporty but broken and bruised.
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Thethe heart of a bustling city, amidst the whirlwind of daily life, there lived a young woman named Emily. She was known for her gentle demeanor and her tendency to blush at the drop of a hat. Emily's rosy cheeks had earned her the endearing nickname "Blushing Rose" among her friends and coworkers.Despite her penchant for blushing, Emily was a confident and capable young woman, excelling in her career as a graphic designer. However, there was one aspect of her life that always left her feeling self-conscious: public speaking.Emily had always harbored a fear of speaking in front of large crowds. The mere thought of all those eyes staring at her made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Yet, deep down, she longed to overcome her fear and prove to herself that she was capable of facing any challenge.One day, Emily stumbled upon a flyer for a local public speaking competition called "Just a Minute." The premise was simple: contestants had just one minute to deliver a compelling speech on any topic of their choice. It seemed like the perfect opportunity for Emily to conquer her fear and showcase her hidden talents.With a mixture of excitement and apprehension, Emily decided to sign up for the competition. She spent weeks meticulously crafting her speech, pouring her heart and soul into every word. Despite her nerves, she was determined to give it her all.As the day of the competition approached, Emily's anxiety threatened to overwhelm her. But with the support of her friends and family, she summoned the courage to step onto the stage and face her fears head-on.Standing in front of the eager audience, Emily took a deep breath and began to speak. Her voice quivered slightly at first, but as she delved into her speech, her confidence grew. She spoke passionately about her love for art and design, weaving personal anecdotes and inspiring quotes into her narrative.With each passing second, Emily felt her fear melting away, replaced by a sense of exhilaration and empowerment. She poured her heart into her words, her cheeks flushed with excitement rather than embarrassment.Before she knew it, her minute was up, but Emily wasn't ready to stop. She had found her voice, and she wanted to share it with the world. Ignoring the timer, she continued to speak, her passion igniting a spark in the hearts of everyone in the room.When she finally finished, the audience erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the auditorium. Tears of joy welled up in Emily's eyes as she realized she had not only conquered her fear but had also touched the hearts of those around her.From that day forward, Emily's blush became a badge of honor, a symbol of her courage and resilience. She went on to pursue her dreams with newfound confidence, never again letting her fear hold her back.And as she stood on the stage, basking in the adoration of the crowd, Emily knew that she had truly found her voice, one minute at a time.
By Eric anexis 5 days ago in Poets
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