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my grandma

used to talk about

when she met

my granddaddy -

what she said,

I forget,

but I'll always remember

the glow on her face when

she spoke...

I imagine

I looked the same

when you looked at me

in homeroom...

and if I were a poet,

I'd know just the words

to describe the feeling

of

your lips on mine

or

your fingers in my palm

and

maybe I could express

the way my heart

used to flutter

whenever I got a text from

you...

I guess

I could also explain

how it felt

when I saw

you

at the mall with

him.

(© 2017 Marcus Harris, originally published in #snapshot)

I see

   she

         wears a blindfold,

         holds a balance and sword,

                 is supposed to judge everyone

                        the same -

                                 but

I know

   those

         of light complexion

         get acquitted by perception,

                 while those of darker shade lose that

                        rigged game.

(© 2017 Marcus Harris, originally published in #snapshot)

Jabari called it

the sun,

Braxton said it's like

the moon - 

they're half-right...

Chloe's smile

is

the glow of the morning star,

delicate,

timeless,

like a diamond...

Chloe's smile

is

as strong as

the promises the sun streaks

across the sky,

decorating

the dark heavenly canvas

left empty as

the soft waning crescent

fades into

the shadows...

Chloe's smile

is

not the similes, the metaphors,

it's 

not the parts -

it's

the whole,

the quiet, powerful poetry of

the dawn.

(© 2017 Marcus Harris, originally published in #snapshot)