National Poetry Month 2018: Poem of the Day

Poem of the Day

This Hair -- Tennya Smith

Is rooted like the days and the 
times that our ancestors traveled the 
smudgy brown road to freedom.
It does not conform and fights with endless
power. 
It is an ocean’s wavelength extended and 
curved in the turquoise ramparts. 
It is the yes to the no I have been told time 
and time again. 
So yes I will be proud.
So yes I will let it be shown. 
So yes I will never be ashamed of the color 
on my bones. 
This hair is a representation of truth, 
a representation of a love, 
a representation of the life that’s been lived 
before me,
entangled,
coiled,
in fear. 
This hair is light.
This hair is truth. 
This hair is me.

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Random Classical Poem

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Fragment: 'I Faint, I Perish With My Love!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

I faint, I perish with my love! I grow
Frail as a cloud whose pale
Under the evening's ever-changing glow:
I die like mist upon the gale,
And like a wave under the calm I fail.