A poem from Love and Licorice Whips

Hope

I am the voice

of the million

silent women

Silenced by fear

or misplaced loyalty

I am more

than a ray of sunlight

that slips through the crack

and slides down their faces

I march forward

to the beat

of all the pounding

fists

I hope

to be their beacon

of hope

My first chapbook Love and Licorice Whips

referred to his candy coated lies of love.

Hope is the last poem in that collectin.

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