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(For Mr Thanh Nguyen; a very wise old Vietnamese man who I adored-he gave me the "one second" proverb)

DAUGHTERS(a Rondel poem)

Mothers, Sisters, Aunties, Grands
We are all His daughters
Do not let her falter
Beauty, Kindness, Intelligence awaken!

Honesty, Talent, Strength awaken!
Her direction-we can alter
Mothers, Sisters, Aunties, Grands
We are all His daughters

Teach her how to proudly stand
One second older...respect and love like your mothers
One second younger...respect and love like your daughters
Predestined to rule the land!
Mothers, Sisters, Aunties, Grands

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11/9/14
Poetry By Tinika



My motto;
This is your journey
Let your beauty glow! 
Live & Love well-Do good-Seldom regret, 
I am the sum of my experiences, proud of my gifts, enriched by those who have come before me. 
Fueled by a source-holy. 
I must be something special-the way He loves me!
That's it.

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Little Bird

You angry? 
Me too! 
No one to play with 
no school 
Mommie's always sleeping 
in the day. 
I'm hungry 
got no food 
I ask for cereos 
She say, go way! 
I get it by myself 
but we got no milk 
and the box too high. 
I try to wake up Mommie 
She get mad 
She always mad 
in the day. 
She was happy last night 
smoking and laughing 
with the man who came 
Stay in the room! 
that what she say 
Nana's always happy 
in the day. 
Wish I was 
at Nana house 
Nana call me 
sweetness when she talk 
Nana got good food 
all the time. 
Mommie calls me bad 
names when she talk 
She say if I tell Nana 
She beat my butt! 
I say, I want my Nana 
She say, Shut up! 
Little bird 
Where your Mommie? 
You angry? 
Me too! 

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Tinika's Poetry
Little Child-Wonderin Why? 

Where God at? 
How far is the sky? 
Where Babies come from? 
What we can't fly? 
Why that man homeless? 
Why we po? 
Where the wind come from? 
Where the dinosaurs go? 
Why can't I have it? 
Why they so mean? 
Why people gone die? 
Why my room gotta be clean? 
Why? 
ENOUGH!!! 
QUIET!! 
No more questions! 
Little Child? 
Little Child...Wardering now. 
Little Child? 
Little Child-still Wonderin Why? 

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That Boy!!! 

Eyes asquint! 
Grittin my teeth! 
Clampin my hands! 
Imagin his throat! 
You know, 
Normal Mommie moments, 
That boy! 
That seizing inside 
In my spirit 
Of kill him! 
Kill him now! 
No! 
But I loves the boy. 
Whew! 
There is no crazy 
Like the crazy 
He makes me. 
That boy! 
Any request 
Any instruction 
Directed to him 
Is up for debate. 
That boy! 
Any sounds 
Or any smells 
Coming from him 
Are suspect, 
He is perpetually 
2 1/2 with a boo-boo 
At any age. 
That boy! 
Dear Mother 
I now totally 
Understand your rage. 
Mama said 
"Yo kids will make 
A liar out of you" 
She was right. 
Grandma said 
"They'll make you 
Change your ways" 
She was prophetic. 
But 
That boy! 
He is me 
And everything 
That made my Mama 
Totally crazy, 
Times...Oh, one thousand! 

Ma was right 
"Stubborn Child!" 
"You'll get yours one day!" 
Curse complete. 
That boy! 
He's SO me! 
Oh my God 
In spades! 
That boy! 

Thank God, he knows 
His Mama's crazy! 
I brought him 
Into this world 
I CAN take him out. 
That's legal I think. 
He's made it so far. 
So far. 

That boy; 
I know 
For sure, 
He'll be quite something 
One day; 
Once he's a man 
All grown 
We'll see, 
Well that is 
-If he lives! 
That boy; 

The bane of my existence! 
And still, my joy...is he. 


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4/10/14
The day will come when, after harnessing the winds, the tides and gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And on that day, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

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