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Good bye, Traditional Marriage

America has one more thorn on her side.
It’s a real piercing for America.
To do away with traditional Marriage of a man and woman,
United as one,
The gay activist won.
It’s more pain for America to follow.
It’s an arrow
In America’s side,
It will be interesting to see who will be there to stand beside her.
And guide her,
Will America be guided by light or darkness?
What will happen to America’s consciousness?
America once guided by Lightness.
Taken over by a dark powerful force that pushes the stern into total blackness,
Pray that the enemy doesn’t see America’s weakness.
Seek the Lord with all of your heart.
Knowing that the Lord set us apart,
From the evilness of this world,
This is our true existence.
Patricia Kelley

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I Write America (Revision)

I write America
in order to form a perfect union
assuming there is a union at all
and not just some Texas mama's boy
standing off to the side
watching it fall
for the strong
for the weak
and for those who refuse to speak
I hurt on their behalf
and for them
I write America.

I write America
the beautiful
conquered from sea to shining sea
known now only for the names
who 'discovered' it
Christopher Columbus and Amerigo Vespucci
who failed to realize
there were already people here
I always wondered
how you could discover something
that's already been discovered
for credit where credit is due
I write America.

I would continue to write America
but America responds only to threats
so instead I just watch America
I watch slices of the American Pie
devoured left and right
but all across the board
the skin tone in invariably white
I am the property of a nation
built on the countries it has conquered
and a heritage it will never own
until the day the American dream includes me
I just watch America.
Harlequin Rose

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My America

My America is all Detroit, Motown, dancing in the streets, my girl,

Tropical heat waves and what becomes of the brokenhearted after a riot.

My America is the 67 riot and flames above the city,

My America is the arrival of The National Guard, revolution in the air,

CKLW news and the “murder-meter” rising.

My America is The Spirit of Detroit and The Joe Louis Fist.

My America is Rosa Parks and visits by Martin Luther King.

My America is where the South was born after the South had died.

My America is getting out of neighborhoods before dark.

My America is the auto industry and temporary-part-time wages.

My America is the war machine that beat back Nazis and fascists.

My America is the Vernors factory since 1866, Stroh’s Beer,

Jack Kevorkian and a suicide-assisted death at the end of an assembly line.

My America is rock concerts at Cobo Hall, jazz at Baker’s Keyboard Lounge,

Gang violence in the hypnotic haze of Thai stick and funk.

My America is all muscle cars and available parts.

My America is a union town with mob connections,

A road map that leads to Jimmy Hoffa, like a missing treasure.

My America is all Detroit, where my family lay in cemeteries around,

A border where half of me is standing and half in the ground.
Salvatore Ala

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Meets almost
Response that the people give
In action to support
Chivalry across
Totes Sheldon

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