Soundtrack 

If my life were a movie

In the future there’d be a moment

When our eyes would meet mid laugh

The director would cue music

And the audience would hear

“For Once in my Life”

And there’d be a montage

Of walks, and park picnics, and kisses

And silly little dances in the kitchen

And of us reading books and singing

And the audience, especially the girls

Would be swooning when the lyrics

‘For once I can say

This is mine, you can’t take it’ played

As he’d swoop me up for more kisses

Because they’d know

That by this part of the movie

I deserved ‘my wish come true’

Then through movie magic

It would be night

And I’d be in a backless black dress

And he in a suit

We’d drink champagne

And he’d ask me to dance

And the band would play “At Last”

The soundtrack playing

Till we were in the bedroom

The camera closing in on slow kisses

And the song would slowly die off

And in the next scene

I’m in his arms and it would be morning

And the girls in the theater would sigh

Cause they got jipped of the love scene
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© Sara Febles
 
 
Updated cause it’s sometime in the future.

Black Trees

You call me black and point your fingers accusingly

As if that alone declared me a criminal conclusively
Black, like the dirt you scrape off the boots of a hard day’s work

And you head home leaving behind a grotesque cirque

But I wasn’t dirt or the scum of the earth

I come from a long line of good soil

Nourishing those around me who forever toil

to make a copper’s worth

My feet firmly planted in the realities of this world

like the roots of a great oak tree

whose branches reach toward the sky proclaiming world peace

Supporting the hummingbirds who fly with small wings

Whose determination is farther than you can ever see

Yeah you’ve cut down this great tree

Go and wash the speckled black dust off your wrists

Rest assured you’ve done your part

You played your role and hid in the comfort of your home

Thinking there’s one less of me to roam

Mother earth embraces me now

And the world disavows

Of your cowardly actions you hide from now

I’ve been absorbed by the earth

This is a moment of rebirth

An awakening in the rustling trees

Who are firmly planted in this reality

Whose branches reach for world peace

Despite the smoke and strong wind

Despite the axes that chop us down

You see I’m not just one tree

But a forest of a million more like me.

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© Sara Febles

This poem was inspired by the tragic event that occurred a year ago in Ferguson. I am re-posting it today because I turn on the news to find yet another young man or woman at the foot of police brutality, racial profiling, racism, and deeply ingrained ignorance. I am re-posting it today because, once again, society reveals how mercilessly it attacks victims of abuse instead of seeking an honest justice. I am re-posting this for all of you affected, though it’s not enough, may you find hope and strength in my words.

  Photography by Aneta Evanova

all this and heaven too

The feeling and lyrics of this song just have me.

“All This And Heaven Too”
by Florence + The Machine

And the heart is hard to translate
It has a language of its own
It talks in tongues and quiet sighs,
And prayers and proclamations
In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures
And short shallow gasps

But with all my education I can’t seem to command it
And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged
And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how
I can’t seem to understand it

And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all

And it talks to me in tiptoes
And it sings to me inside
It cries out in the darkest night and breaks in the morning light

But with all my education I can’t seem to command it
And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged
And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how
I can’t seem to understand it

And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all

And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all

No, words are a language
It doesn’t deserve such treatment
And all of my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling

All this heaven never could describe such a feeling as I’m hearing

Words were never so useful
So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before

page 3

image

to start

i am excited for

and in my hurry to start

i ran and skipped and danced

but on my second day

i realized i hadn’t gone very far

i carried this bag

full of words from my past

that weighed and tired me down

and while i rested

i couldn’t help but look

to see what made it so heavy

and hard to pull

it was every word of heartache

from my past and everyday before last

which made me so sad

to think i’d be stuck

or take longer

to move on and forward

my toward

so I dumped them all

out of the bag

and onto my paper

one word

per image

per moment of incident

page 3 is where I leave them

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© Sara Febles

looking forward

i am looking forward

that’s all

i am not looking back

or taking a side ways glance

i am looking forward

to it, whatever it is

and the feeling

and the thought of it

fills me

with so much excitement

i feel like running

like twirling and skipping

and dancing towards it

like singing off key

and laughing about it

but all the while

looking forward

moving forward

towards

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© Sara Febles

on a new notebook

i wrote today

with a brand new pen

it’s about the end and the start

and the in between transitional part

it’s with the acknowledgment

that there’s a bit of fear

but the certainty

that I’m writing 

from the other side of it

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© Sara Febles

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