Submissions by 1Docmcruz (PoetCruz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Even on days when I am speechless I will always find a way to be quoted I like things raw & love to touch topics ppl shy from My style is ever changing & consistently as powerful as it can be gentle
Gay Pride
This is for the boy who tried on his Mother’s make up and felt BEAUTIFUL for the first time
For the fathers that loved their sons but held their TRANS DAUGHTERS a lil tighter knowing intolerance still exists
For the girl who joined the football team
Once told her hair wasn’t long enough,
clothes not tight enough
not fitting in but finally finding her TRUE SELF.
This is for every and anyone who loves someone for their SOUL and not their gender.
For the great ppl that we lost and still remember
...
For the fathers that loved their sons but held their TRANS DAUGHTERS a lil tighter knowing intolerance still exists
For the girl who joined the football team
Once told her hair wasn’t long enough,
clothes not tight enough
not fitting in but finally finding her TRUE SELF.
This is for every and anyone who loves someone for their SOUL and not their gender.
For the great ppl that we lost and still remember
...
#love
#gay
#LGBT
#inequality
#tolerance
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Liberty’s Legs Are Spread
Through the sickness and the slaughter
still are your sons & daughters
Sipping survival like Flint Water
Newark urban experi-ment water
consume just enough to get by
but we die a little
just enough to get high
so we fly a little
but we can’t get far enough
from the famine
hard to think much...
still are your sons & daughters
Sipping survival like Flint Water
Newark urban experi-ment water
consume just enough to get by
but we die a little
just enough to get high
so we fly a little
but we can’t get far enough
from the famine
hard to think much...
#politics
#storm
#CallToAction
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Let me Love
Why must the eyes on the back of my head also have to widen when I open my heart to her?
Why do their fist ball when I hold her hand,
their whispers wasp to sting my ears
with ignorance?!
How could my love hurt anyone when I am held the hardest?
IG: Nourish_Cruz
Why do their fist ball when I hold her hand,
their whispers wasp to sting my ears
with ignorance?!
How could my love hurt anyone when I am held the hardest?
IG: Nourish_Cruz
#love
#lesbian
#LGBT
#acceptance
#inequality
321 reads
3 Comments
Unpublished scars
No title
would you love me if I was coffee stained
and dust covered
checked out and never returned
I tend to read like fantasy
yet there are scars I wish I could have published
before my body wrote a romance novel
about my soft skin and where I’ve been
see I was bound
truth is these pages were read so many times
lost it’s spine
I find my way back
at an introduction
that new smell off the press
no longer perfume
no cliff hangers
period.
No questions
period.
Just raw...
would you love me if I was coffee stained
and dust covered
checked out and never returned
I tend to read like fantasy
yet there are scars I wish I could have published
before my body wrote a romance novel
about my soft skin and where I’ve been
see I was bound
truth is these pages were read so many times
lost it’s spine
I find my way back
at an introduction
that new smell off the press
no longer perfume
no cliff hangers
period.
No questions
period.
Just raw...
#SelfReflection
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Larger Love
When I was free to embrace the world
the way I once loved her
I swear the flowers inclined
to smell the sweetness on my skin,
scent solace
the sun woke to my light
illuminated with a hundred smiles
And counting
My positive words blew
a wind that could make any broken wing soar again
There was something beautiful
that she didn’t understand with her eyes open
my hand was not meant to be locked
by her fingers
She never pointed to whom I praise ...
the way I once loved her
I swear the flowers inclined
to smell the sweetness on my skin,
scent solace
the sun woke to my light
illuminated with a hundred smiles
And counting
My positive words blew
a wind that could make any broken wing soar again
There was something beautiful
that she didn’t understand with her eyes open
my hand was not meant to be locked
by her fingers
She never pointed to whom I praise ...
#love
#LGBT
#SelfWorth
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Did you hear?
Did you hear the church bell break,
the bomb that shook Syria,
the boy crying under the rubble?
Have you heard the caravan of footsteps,
the bodies falling,
the gas hissing?
Did you hear the screams
of virgin Indian girls,
the chains of concentration camps
in Cuba, China
the refrigerator reverberation
in vacant Venezuela,
the trash being rummaged for food,
the bellies rumbling?
Did you hear the jail cell slam shut,
the racist cop’s eyes open
when the...
the bomb that shook Syria,
the boy crying under the rubble?
Have you heard the caravan of footsteps,
the bodies falling,
the gas hissing?
Did you hear the screams
of virgin Indian girls,
the chains of concentration camps
in Cuba, China
the refrigerator reverberation
in vacant Venezuela,
the trash being rummaged for food,
the bellies rumbling?
Did you hear the jail cell slam shut,
the racist cop’s eyes open
when the...
#corruption
#greed
#poverty
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Rise
Don’t you love
to see them rise
defy gravity in their joyous skip
make their mommas proud
inspire someone
they never knew was watching?
Don’t you love
when they pass mirrors
knowing their inner beauty is reflecting,
self respecting.
Don’t you love
to traject the pain
seeing them reign
where the ground once
stopped their sinking,
Negative thinking
so your heart had time to heal their heels
so they could chase their goals?
Don’t you love ...
to see them rise
defy gravity in their joyous skip
make their mommas proud
inspire someone
they never knew was watching?
Don’t you love
when they pass mirrors
knowing their inner beauty is reflecting,
self respecting.
Don’t you love
to traject the pain
seeing them reign
where the ground once
stopped their sinking,
Negative thinking
so your heart had time to heal their heels
so they could chase their goals?
Don’t you love ...
#motivational
#inspirational
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Bush 2003
Bush 2003 yet what has really changed ?
I turn on my TV
and what do I see
half the truth.
For the innocent youth
are reaching their hands out to America
as if God were above
but I see many of us
only giving shoulder shrugs.
How you holding up?
Find us teasing the need of the feed
to the children of Iraq.
Hunger seems to descend
as hope rises
but surprise
it’s children exploding
while America drops of food load. ...
I turn on my TV
and what do I see
half the truth.
For the innocent youth
are reaching their hands out to America
as if God were above
but I see many of us
only giving shoulder shrugs.
How you holding up?
Find us teasing the need of the feed
to the children of Iraq.
Hunger seems to descend
as hope rises
but surprise
it’s children exploding
while America drops of food load. ...
#soldiers
#war
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80’s babies
We forgot we left our dreams on the top of that metal slide
right before we burned our asses
on the way down.
But we were flying,
staring at lions
or were they elephant in the clouds?
Searching for clovers in the grass
when we still believed in luck
Til we grew up
Our children won’t ever find
our time capsules
with their faces buried in their phones.
One good push
and we...
right before we burned our asses
on the way down.
But we were flying,
staring at lions
or were they elephant in the clouds?
Searching for clovers in the grass
when we still believed in luck
Til we grew up
Our children won’t ever find
our time capsules
with their faces buried in their phones.
One good push
and we...
#childhood
#memories
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f**k I’m Priceless!
imported sperm
shipped into ova
packaged in uterus
delivered premature
because “Time is money!”
45 unreachable cures in an umbilical chord banked
we’ve got pharmaceutical politics
to thank
even blank checks are tanked.
It’s Cancer!
I am a product of my environment
I am product
Label says “Authentic”
thought someone lied when they sold me
tried to mold me
swore I was a clone ...
shipped into ova
packaged in uterus
delivered premature
because “Time is money!”
45 unreachable cures in an umbilical chord banked
we’ve got pharmaceutical politics
to thank
even blank checks are tanked.
It’s Cancer!
I am a product of my environment
I am product
Label says “Authentic”
thought someone lied when they sold me
tried to mold me
swore I was a clone ...
#MeToo
#LifeStruggles
#racism #SelfWorth
#racism #SelfWorth
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Find Me A Woman
Find me a woman
that keeps her tongue sacred
shows her heart naked.
Touches herself with ambition
requires respect for admission.
Show me a woman
that hides a beautiful secret
for someone who'd keep it
for someone who’d keep her.
Find me a woman
unafraid to get deep
that will be a dream, awake and in sleep.
Show me a woman
that is faithful
who is grateful
that is graceful.
Show me a woman ...
that keeps her tongue sacred
shows her heart naked.
Touches herself with ambition
requires respect for admission.
Show me a woman
that hides a beautiful secret
for someone who'd keep it
for someone who’d keep her.
Find me a woman
unafraid to get deep
that will be a dream, awake and in sleep.
Show me a woman
that is faithful
who is grateful
that is graceful.
Show me a woman ...
#women
#lesbian
#SelfWorth
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Liquid Stars
Skin oils blending beautifully
like lava lamps mixing womb waters
Women wade
worship waves
waist down
while legs point
to Heavens. Hell,
them heels heighten hormones
I dive into the night beneath the navel
Nautic
if stars could splash
they’d sip like sweet dreams
and illuminate her favorite two fingers
before sunrise
IG: Nourish_Cruz
like lava lamps mixing womb waters
Women wade
worship waves
waist down
while legs point
to Heavens. Hell,
them heels heighten hormones
I dive into the night beneath the navel
Nautic
if stars could splash
they’d sip like sweet dreams
and illuminate her favorite two fingers
before sunrise
IG: Nourish_Cruz
#lesbian
#erotic
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