LET ME BE & OTHER POEMS
by M.W.S.W.

LET ME BE

​Let me be myself
Let me be in between poverty and wealth

Let me live on, 
let the sun rise at dawn

Let me fly up to the top and not have my graceful wings 
disappear and make me drop

Let me soar up into the night sky,
and when my time is done, let me peacefully die

Let the fires and smoke stay away from my home,
just as if there is a protective dome

Let the sweet melodies float through my ears,
and drown out the sound, so they are the only things I hear

Let me cry 
and not have the redness take my eyes

Let me open up 
instead of pushing people away, and not feel sorrow

At the end of the day, let me forget the pain and death,
knowing it is unescapable and cannot be cheated

When the ones I hold close meet their end, let them let me 
not cry, but let me keep the memories deep inside my head

Let me not forget about their souls, hoping they're watching me,
and that they completed their lifelong goal

Let me live not exist and not let my young memories
get shrouded in a dark black mist

Let my head not be trapped in a dark cloud,
but be more confident, and someday     maybe      even proud 

Let me look straight at the faces of others
And not feel anxiety, or fear

Let my thoughts not be too dark, 
and give my creative might more of a spark

Let my family not argue or fight 
but have a second thought to forgive, forget and make right

Let me hope for peace and prosperity 
and wish that nothing bad happens that causes tragedy

Let me find different dimensions 
in the frail, weak line between life and death

Let the lifelong question of whether heaven
and hell exist be revealed 

And let the burning to dust question 
to the people on earth still be sealed


HOW? WHO? WHY?
Why do people wear dumb watches,
as if they’re a form of immense blare
How was it fair for people to laugh
at my anguish and tears of true despair
How can little kids cry and whine
while our war veterans sacrificed their lives
for our safety and died
Why do I trap myself in my room
instead of seeing beautiful things
like watching flowers bloom
Why don’t I get my head out of the clouds
and go pay my respects to my dead family
trapped in piles of dirt mounds
If I can’t socialize, how will I shake the feeling
of people being more than things I despise
How is it fair racist people thinking that being
the supreme race is a valuable prize
How was it fair hundreds of years ago
people were so foolish to gather gold
and harbor it for themselves


I WILL RISE
inspired by Maya Angelou's 'Still I Rise'

You can push me down with your foot
on my back and belittle my self-esteem
until it cracks, but still I rise
You can shut me up when I’m trying
to stand up against the racism 
towards blacks, but still I rise. 
You can stomp on me with your friends
who are brats and shame me 
by saying things like I’m overweight and fat, 
but still I rise. When my unborn child
first opens her eyes and sees the clear blue 
skies, it will bring me so much joy, 
that I will rise. If I fall out of the sky
gripping the air so I don’t die, with all those tears
I cried, wings will form out of the sky, 
I will rise, I will rise, I will rise.
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ADVICE FROM A DARK ROOM
In the dark room you look 
everything is black like soot 
the only thing you hear 
is the sound of your own footsteps
to some people that’s what they fear 
don’t go too far, you might fall 
some people get scared 
and at the corner, they stare


ADVICE FROM A CRYSTAL
A glimmer in the light
at a certain angle I’m bright

I’m not hollow I’m solid
sometimes I’m rigid

I represent the smooth 
and rocky times in life

I am sometimes put in a collection 
to some people I have a spiritual connection

When I shatter
I only multiply.


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