posted November 04, 2017 04:41 AM            

My name is Thomas,
I would have loved my Mommy;
A cuddly boy she would kiss for hours,
I would have been the perfect son;
The model son
That any man can say he was proud to raise,
The All American boy;
I would have stood for the flag,
I would have been my Grandpa's favorite,
A shy little boy ready to fetch his tools,
And all women would have loved me,
A Lady's man in truth
I would have tasted them all
Praising their hair, skin and eyes,
Thus I would have been the victor of racism
In terms of culture,
Photography, wrestling, and the flute;
One could say I was Krishna
In love with Yashoda
Shannon, my Mother,
And the lover of Radha;
A Mexican girl named Rosa
I would have joined the Marines
And come back a War Hero
For all the world to marvel
'Look at him, bless he
A man this perfect does not come lightly,'
I was orange,
I was Svadisthana,
I was Vam,
I was the cultured side of racism,
My name is Thomas

My name is Lucy
Because that's what she would have wanted,
When briefly she thought to have a little girl,
My hair would have been blond
And my eyes would have been blue,
'What's your favorite color?'
They would ask,
And my reply would be 'whatever shade of yellow my hair is,'
Anyone who thought themselves week or ugly
Would have felt on top of the world
When I was done with them,
Sports I would have loved
Beating any boy at any one,
Jump rope for hours;
I was sure to beat the world record,
A cheerleader, a track star, and basketball my favorite,
Would I have been an athlete? Or a lawyer?
No matter how many times you told me OJ did it
I would disagree,
My inspiration so to speak,
A fearless girl
Turned to a fearless woman,
I would have fought for equality and justice,
I was yellow,
I was Manipura,
I was Ram,
I was justice for racism,
My name is Lucy.

My name is Milo,
A Hippie Beatnik like my Mom
And simultaneously a G thug like my Dad,
Lord of the Rings every single day
With my bushy black hair
I was Aragorn and Legolas
And with my guitar
The urchins of the Streets,
The tweakers, the street kids, the travelers, the homeless
All would follow me
A tattoo artist
Geisha's galore
Inspired by my own Geisha
My Guinevere
I would have spoke the languages of my ancestors,
Nahuatl of the Aztecs
And Gaelic of the Celts
And through me
Men would have truly come to respect the Divine Feminine
For, tradition is carried through the line of the Mother
My Grandfather would have taught me martial arts
To calm my anger
He would have been my hero,
The First Man of Earth
In youth I would have hitchhiked and roamed,
And taught the poor to rise up
And in my old age
Would have taken my place beside my Wife
I was Blue,
I was Visudha,
I was Ham,
I was the equality of all class
My name is Milo

My name is Guinevere,
A sassy little girl
I would have clung to Daddy
Perhaps too much so,
As a baby, I would have shrieked with joy
When he walked in a room,
He would have been my hero,
No wrong he could do in my eyes,
Big black powerful eyes
A master of psychology and manipulation,
Dad and I would have watched horror movies
And he would read all my scary story's,
As a teenager I would have been a goth girl;
Black galore,
Being Japanese, my greatest pride
My oldest memory
Hi Obasan's smile
Shortly before she died
My first poem for her,
Sent home daily
For picking fights with boys
In the name of girl power,
An intellectual as I grew
A lover of Vivaldi and Poe
A sick suicidal borderline
My Dad would have saved me many times,
With ribbons in my dark hair
the spitting image of he,
A writer like Anne Rice,
I would end **** shaming
'Take back your sexuality!'
I would have cried,
I would have traveled to India
To teach contraception
And in old age I would be
The First President of Earth
My Milo at my side,
To bring this world to the beings of the stars,
And my father
My first inspiration,
I was Dark blue,
I was Ajna,
I was Om,
I was sexism,
My name is Guinevere

My name is Raegan
I would have been a shy little girl
Overwhelmed by those around me
I would have hid behind my Father
When people approached me
"I don't know who you are'
My little voice said,
A sleepy girl;
Naps with Mommy and Daddy
In our big house
When my wild brothers went to school,
The image of my Mother;
Ringlet hair
And mud-puddle colored eyes
I would have loved to sing
But only around my Guinevere
And my Abuela at church,
Mama called me a butterfly
Because I would disappear and reappear,
And I would have prayed every day,
At thirteen I would have loved science
Criticism from friend's
"How can you worship God and be a scientist?
My reply would have been;
A day in Hebrew is Eon
Evolution states that the world was created
In seven billion years,
The brain would have fascinated me most of all,
Inspired by my Mother and my Abuela
I would have found the cure for cancer
And every mental illness
In Egypt ISIS would have captured me,
And rescued by my Husband
A man who was Muslim
I, a Catholic
We would have united the religions of the world,
I was Purple,
I was Sahasara,
I was soundless,
The Inspiration for sound,
I was religious Intolerance,
My name is Raegan.

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posted November 04, 2017 11:30 PM            

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Originally posted by Ayelet:
WhiteWitch, you can't be leaving, can you?
A lively poem of all that could have been...
I would love to read your books. But if you're leaving, I'd probably never know who you are.
You contribute so much

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Dear Ayelet, I have recently suffered a traumatic heartache, and this poem was a last attempt to get that out and to make certain people understand. But I appreciate you so much for saying that. I may come back some day. But, for now, I need to move on due to the people who have hurt me, not on this forum but people who read my work not registered here. I wish you luck in your endeavors as well. Your poetry beautiful, keep writing! I am fortunate to have read it.