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#52essays2017 Poetry exists even if no one hears the tree falling in the forest.

I’m going to accept that maybe it never dries. The words just speak on and on and effect emotions as long as they exist. I hear you ask me what this is, and the answer leaks from my lips like poetry.

Talking to other poets is amazing. Creative people overall have a sort of flair to them that they exude regardless of if you communicate in person or online. I love the connection. The fact that they…

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Mary don’t you weep when Pharaoh’s army turns a father’s son into a holy ghost like trinity like Jesus like we’re still waiting for our promised land but tomorrow ain’t promised & we die like we haven’t sacrificed enough. Baptized in pools of street corners like we’re the ones who need saving. Arms raised like braille against glory. We lift our hands so they know we are here. We lift our hands because we question why what we raise always get shot down. We lift our hands drenched in a black boy’s blood hung over the heads of tears & candles & high school photos      & fists & we pray                                                     & we pray                       & we pray                                 everyday that God’s got ’em

Savon Bartley, “Crossroads (After Bone Thugs N Harmony),” published as part of Public Pool’s Right Now response series. Check out more poems from it here.

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"It's all elementary." - Savon Bartley