Hollow Hope

She soars,

Close to the sun.

He roars,

Louder than a gun.

The breeze brings,

Her rare feather,

His paws cling,

Wanting to treasure,

Hold close,

Shower with love,

Like the most delicate rose.

Even though she’s a dove.



©Esther Valencia 

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The Aftermath 

Bewildered, hurt and afraid.

Mind filled with nightmares of tomorrow.

Not sure who to trust or believe.

Trying to keep hope alive inside.

But that light flickers in the vortex.

Cupping my hands around it to keep it alive.

Have to believe “we gon’ be alright.”



©Esther Moreira


Hidden Faith

We call ourselves,

Queens.
We call the men we love,

Kings.
We see in the faces of our youth,

Greatness.

But each day our light is snuffed

Out.

Our tears run down to our collarbones,

Unabated.

Our community is enveloped by an unmitigated ,

Anguish.

Our mouths are filled with unending voiceless,

Screams. 

But each day particles of hope seep into our

Hearts.
©Esther Moreira
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