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Written to be Forgotten; Forgotten to be Written
Written to be Forgotten; Forgotten to be Written
Written to be Forgotten; Forgotten to be Written
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A collection of "from the heart" poems written from his inner being and experience. From the foster care system to the triumphant emancipation from it ... Joseph is real, transparent, and genuine. Raw. No facade. No pretense. Read beneath the surface and see his heart! You will be taken by his passion.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateApr 8, 2013
ISBN9781619273283
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    Written to be Forgotten; Forgotten to be Written - Joseph Moorer

    Sestina

    WRITTEN

    Peace

    How tightly knitted is peace, harmony, and love!

    Understand it like two ethnicities in communication,

    Which makes the bond strong in a relationship

    As it compares to a couple with trust

    Have insight! That barriers lead to hate

    Understand peace, harmony, and love is happiness

    My Ancestors Made Unable

    Seized to deep scars from lashing whips

    Exiled to build a strangers home

    Told stories about my ancestors

    A complex labyrinth

    That circles round and round

    A darkened mystery, could it ever be solved?

    Under brute forced labor,

    Confusing Africans of different tongues

    Bringing them together in unity

    To keep silent the revolt

    Reconciliation

    The newborn was near tears

    Then his mother cradled him

    Sleep is as to the moon shine

    I hope again to see the sun’s grin

    Memories of when he was free

    Happily ran the former slave

    The sweet sound of rivers flow

    Close to home, pain scurries

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