Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Midnight Child… #Poetry

 

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Midnight Child

I pour out the magic elixir

The sip I take turns my hands white

My hair is straightened

No fuzzy top to tease me by

No hurtful names for ears to hear

No tears to shed on night-time pillow

Will life be sweeter now I am white?

©anitadawes

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  1. D. Wallace Peach Avatar
    D. Wallace Peach

    What a sad poem. This pulls at the heartstrings.

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    1. jenanita01 Avatar
      jenanita01

      Thank you, Diana…

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  2. joylennick Avatar
    joylennick

    That is so poignant, Anita. x

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      jenanita01

      Thank you, Joy…

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