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My passionate, personal, and predestined

purpose for producing poetry is twofold:

to invite people to read the lines and

to inspire them to read between the lines

when interacting with text and/or terrestrials. 

This is my MISSION. 

Current title: "I Am Human" /Former title: "Why are you on my trail"
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Current title: "I Am Human" /Former title: "Why are you on my trail"

To celebrate National Poetry Month, the Kauffman Center invited creatives to participate in Artful Poetry, the Center's first poetry competition. I wrote a piece originally called "Why Are You On My Trail." Later, I revised the title to "I Am Human." To the neighbor of Anthony Avalos, Atatiana Jefferson, Avielle Richman Botham Jean, To the neighbor of Donte Robinson, Eric Garner, Jacai Colson, Javier Amir Rodriguez, Jemel Roberson, To the neighbor of John Rivera, Justine Damond, Kevin Moore, Lolade Siyonbola, Philando Castile, Rashon Nelson, To the neighbor of Ryan White, Sandra Bland, Sisters of the Fairway, Sincere Gaston Tamir rice, Timothy Blancher Terence Crutcher TO THE NEIGHBOR OF Trayvon Martin, To my Dear Neighbor, Do you notice That when we are On our neighborhood trail Our neighborhood badges Badger me with questions? Agitating the adage: “You don’t belong here.” Agitated, I dodge the volunteer brigadier Who would not hear my, “I belong” Song sang like the Broadway “Rent” I paid To walk along the walkway under six feet away From my freshly paved, blacktop driveway Dear Neighbor, Do you notice how The badgeless beard Benjamin 'Benny' Coffin number III Barricades, me, your neighbor–an affront In front of my own garage? Neighbor, Tell them you noticed The berating barrage of expletives Tell them how I exited This bloody mess Triggered a loud love for the hate His soul was holding exploded my skull Knees buckled; He's belting Bare knuckled bullets through my brain Though my body barely breathes Neighbor, Tell them you see the fire- Arm of his luger Heimlich maneuver My chest pressed and soaked, throat choked, By Beretta smoke laced with bitter Skittles’ taste The rainbow of unalienable rights like Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness denied Sentenced to death for attempted comply Dear Neighbor, At least, please capture this chapter Let your camera phone answer the questions to leave a message That these unchaperoned chaperones have haphazard reactions to mishaps And happenstance keeps hap-hap-hap-hap-happening to hapless hopefuls' Family members forever remembering crime scene photos 3 March - 7:30 PM Neighbor, show them how I told the truth And still, I lie Drowning in my pool of blood Adjacent to my pool behind My house will be paid off from the life Insurance check my wife collects Neighbor, Will you pay your respects? I need you to notice! Tell them you know this man Is your neighbor now Tell then now Not later

enVision

Our   foots in  their doors

Our   books on their shelves

 Ourselves in their sights

Our    words on the mic

 

Poet t.l. sanders

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