The Poetic Word
Project Acorn Corn Bread
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Mother Nature’s scent was sweet and refreshing, Away from the toxic fumes caused by man made pollution....
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Mother Nature’s scent was sweet and refreshing, Away from the toxic fumes caused by man made pollution....
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Being in Six Nations felt like… Home! The sacred fire revived memories that were once thought gone....
BY GLORIA O’KOYE The season to be jolly is near! Families gather to rejoice and celebrate, A feast of laughter...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Selling foreign lands To ‘preserve’ peace, When the lands were taken By force Thousands of years ignored...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Why is the world silent? When those in their slumber Still scream out for justice! When...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE These streets will never love you Young one, Realize before it’s too late. Loyalty is foreign In...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Triggered that we got people locked up With the same actions Other careers profits from Triggered at...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Gradually replacing glass windows Over mosaic bricks to make it More, ‘presentable’ Declaring It’s a stepping-stone...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE You deserve more love than you receive From this world Especially from your own kind Grandmother of...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Everyday This four-corner room has imaginations running untamed Every nerve is agitated, Scratching the scabs Trying...
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