Areese Woodson Biography

Storm clouds brush across a puddle,
Masking patterns from galleries.
Sighs of thunder drum in winds,
As rain illustrates verses coursing through the standing spirits of mirages,
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Gentle cottoned brushes,
A wink of bold shine;
In one eye paints Earth a shade of singing purple-orange.
Across the other, are warm writings of verses,
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A screaming current,
With eyes tasting the ground;
That's me.
Hands strangling bars of frozen mist;
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Dear Black Mother

Sorry...
I know -
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I remember hearing the blustering roars of lions,
The electrifying laughs of hyenas,
Seeing strapping runs of cheetahs,
Watching sand swoop in the air,
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