Was sitting here,
Listening to voices speak,
Conglomeration of faces,
Blended splintered sentences,
From various places,
Specks of conversation,
Soundbites easily digestible,
One question muddles the brain,
What’s their version of easy street?
Is it feasible?
Balanced diet of checks and watered down Folgers,
All with a construed view,
Dirty blonde girl,
Skips across a dimly lit wooden floor,
Tiny sandals squeaking,
“Mommy take a picture of me!”
In 5 years wonder what she’ll be,
What will be her vision of the American Dream?
© Elizabeth Daniel
Excerpt from Diary of a Poet
About the Author
From a very young age, Elizabeth knew she was meant to be a writer. Around 8 or so, she started with little poems inside birthday cards. As years went by, poetry became her safe haven in a world full of chaos and beauty. Through written words, she found her voice. A voice according to doctors, she was never supposed to have. Today at 34, she still re- reads those poems from the early days. Now housed on her bookshelf in old binders.
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