Inspired by Jacob Lawrence Harlem Series No.2
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She does not look at the food as if it
is a gift from God, abundant and shared.
She looks at it as coins available
for a trade. Just show a little more than
the white of her eye to remove the frayed
tablecloth. Show the white of a freshly
pressed dress that matches military
crosses. That white smells of a harsh winter.
She throws the coins like marbles hoping to
grab more as they roll away and fall
like a light inconsequential rain off
the table. Sunlight turns them from smudged to gold.
She locks the door and walks past each street sign,
offers an exchange, a challenge, a game.
is a gift from God, abundant and shared.
She looks at it as coins available
for a trade. Just show a little more than
the white of her eye to remove the frayed
tablecloth. Show the white of a freshly
pressed dress that matches military
crosses. That white smells of a harsh winter.
She throws the coins like marbles hoping to
grab more as they roll away and fall
like a light inconsequential rain off
the table. Sunlight turns them from smudged to gold.
She locks the door and walks past each street sign,
offers an exchange, a challenge, a game.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
haha ISN I'm as speechless as you!! I can't even pick out the parts that jumped out at me because I'm not even sure. It's one of those writings that just... happens. And the reader is just taken in. I could picture everything. And now that I know it's a painting I wanna see!
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