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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

Draft

in that space between

thought and dream

when ink stains fingertips

things wished

said and done

another draft

saved and gone

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© Sara Febles

thankful

I’m thankful for my girls
and the laughter and hugs and early morning drooly smell
you make life magical

I’m thankful for my mom and dad
and the morning coffee and late night snack talks
and the unconditional love I’ve felt this year
you strengthen me

I’m thankful for new opportunities
the endings, the beginnings, and the changes
and the courage I’ve held on to this year
to take them

I’m thankful for my words
the yesses and the no’s
and the strength I’ve gained this year
to voice them

I’m thankful for my life
the small minute moments
that add up to this journey
and the flexibility I’ve learned this year
to shape it

I’m thankful for this little spot
the readers and writers
and the time we’ve spent together this year
you inspire me

Thank you.

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© Sara Febles

I thought this uploaded on Thanksgiving day, but I pressed the wrong button. I hope you don’t my posting it late, I just had to let the universe know how grateful I am for what I have. I took the picture before our family dinner. My sister is responsible for the beautiful table setting.

a lullaby

sweet dreams
I whisper
soft syllables

good night
I sing
love lullabies

in rhythm
with your
steady pulse

keep beating
my words land
like soft kisses

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© Sara Febles

I would’ve posted this last night, but I fell asleep writing.

an ode to my blue suede shoes

I’m not materialistic at all
and I don’t know how to write an ode
oh, but something about this pair
caught my attention
they’re classic
and modern
they make me feel
so much taller
like I can reach the heavens
but still walk this earth
with a devilish grin on my face
oh, I think I’m in love
with my new
navy blue suede pumps

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original thoughts

I can see through the formatting
and it’s not in the font
that I notice this
but your words
they seem kinda
stolen to me
maybe that’s a bit harsh
perhaps they’re borrowed
from some time
in your past
edited to present time
but original thoughts
however jumbled
or rambled around
impress me more
than a cut and paste job
so what’s on your mind
what are you thinking about
I’m in search for original thoughts

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© Sara Febles

just start

nothing like a
lazy Sunday afternoon
to remind you that
the anxieties of Saturday night
are nothing compared
to the possibilities of life
when you stop over thinking
the what ifs
and just start living

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© Sara Febles