I thought of this poem while walking by Independence Hall yesterday(which is in Philadelphia ,Pa for those of you that don't know). As I walked I looked down at the ground behind the building and I saw how old the stone was and wondered how long it was there. I also noticed that the leaves had begun to fall, meaning that slowly summer was again giving way to fall. The leaves weren't just laying on the ground, they were also stuck there. From the rain and the sun beating on them. The elements of the season had made left prints from the leaves.
I got to thinking about how those same trees shed similar leaves every year and the same thing happens again and again. Just like the thousands of millions of people who have left their footprints there, under those trees. That includes slaves, radicals, flower children, protesters, doctors, lawyers, dreamers, grandparents, fathers, mothers, children, criers, terrorists, liars...
anyways it just made me think of this poem below that I wrote. I dont typically explain my poems...but I felt this one deserved it.
old friends
new people
things you forget
footsteps
rain drops
marks left on the ground from leaves
slavery times
yes i'm physically free
yet mentally binded
institutionally binded
forgotten and neverminded
mistaken for your dreams
eyed for my own
disregarded for it all
broken, beaten and left for dead
you say its all in my head
i'm telling you this is what life was before then
and what it'll be after now
bright skies expected snow
sun set and sun rise's glow
play dates first dates
romance first dance
walks talks
wrinkle cream or botox
wear your hair how you were born
you dont need dread locks
links, thread, weaves
3 1/4 inch sleeves
bell bottom pants more than once
wine boxes then bottles
chalk on the side walk does remain
yet the meaning just isnt the same
not hop scotch
but death over the media culture of hip hop
the poor the rich
a girl died in a ditch
servers, websites, no longer knowing people face to face
tom is rich cause we sit on myspace
a new tattoo piercings too
ones you can't see but i know exist
love songs we sang along
the constant cycle
of the circle of life
they were
foot prints left by them
they are
foot prints left by you
and now
foot prints left by me
together they are all lessons, history, and memories...
Copyright © 2007 missladysoul
I got to thinking about how those same trees shed similar leaves every year and the same thing happens again and again. Just like the thousands of millions of people who have left their footprints there, under those trees. That includes slaves, radicals, flower children, protesters, doctors, lawyers, dreamers, grandparents, fathers, mothers, children, criers, terrorists, liars...
anyways it just made me think of this poem below that I wrote. I dont typically explain my poems...but I felt this one deserved it.
old friends
new people
things you forget
footsteps
rain drops
marks left on the ground from leaves
slavery times
yes i'm physically free
yet mentally binded
institutionally binded
forgotten and neverminded
mistaken for your dreams
eyed for my own
disregarded for it all
broken, beaten and left for dead
you say its all in my head
i'm telling you this is what life was before then
and what it'll be after now
bright skies expected snow
sun set and sun rise's glow
play dates first dates
romance first dance
walks talks
wrinkle cream or botox
wear your hair how you were born
you dont need dread locks
links, thread, weaves
3 1/4 inch sleeves
bell bottom pants more than once
wine boxes then bottles
chalk on the side walk does remain
yet the meaning just isnt the same
not hop scotch
but death over the media culture of hip hop
the poor the rich
a girl died in a ditch
servers, websites, no longer knowing people face to face
tom is rich cause we sit on myspace
a new tattoo piercings too
ones you can't see but i know exist
love songs we sang along
the constant cycle
of the circle of life
they were
foot prints left by them
they are
foot prints left by you
and now
foot prints left by me
together they are all lessons, history, and memories...
Copyright © 2007 missladysoul
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