Bored

Dio Los Muertos

Grandmother

Photo removed per request of my mother.

American Dream

I want the American dream
but it is not for me
the color of my skin
impedes all opportunity
BORN IN POVERTY die in poverty

I want the American dream
bound to the land is me
shackled to ancestor’s sin
indigenous bore my nativity
born in poverty DIE IN POVERTY

I want the American dream
I hunger to be free
resistant to fit in
stultified all possibility
born in POVERTY die in POVERTY

I want the American dream
but it is not for me
I was born of mother’s sin
my wealth is my history
I will die NOT in poverty

She Waits

The Mag suggested using A Dinner Table at Night as inspiration for a poem or story. Here is mine.

A Dinner Table at Night, 1884, John Singer Sargent

She Waits

She sits
pensive and waiting
dim crimson lights abuzz around her

She waits
alone and stultified
though her malevolent beau perches near her

She hears
nothing and all things
his lamented empty words fall around her

She drinks
often and quickly
dulling senses as alcohol consumes her

She sees
shadows and sculptures
hopeless faraway dreams elude her

She sits alone
waits for nothing
hears light buzzing
drinks in her dreams
sees no kind soul.

She perishes,
pensive and waiting,
alone.

Pamela N. Brown
© August 6, 2012