Twisting Hate
By Michelle Garren Flye
Twisting words to kick the wounded.
Twisting hate to bind us all.
Twisting rope into a noose.
Without love or truth, you maul.
We’re twisting in the wind,
Left to hang without liberty.
Twisting, hanging, longing…
For the return of sanity.
Don’t You See?
By Michelle Garren Flye
Don’t you see no one wants to say,
“I told you it would happen this way.
I told you the rivers would run dry,
I told you the seas would rise,
I told you the wars would increase
And the world would see US as a beast.”
Don’t you understand we don’t want to fail,
But we see it coming as alarms begin to wail?
No wants to say, “I told you this would happen.”
So tell me…how else can we convince you to listen?
When she was born, I finished the process of becoming a mother of three.
For My Daughter
By Michelle Garren Flye
You’re my heart and my soul,
You’re a star in my sky.
You made our family whole,
When the stork dropped you by.
You are loved, my firefly,
Never doubt your self-worth.
No one else could satisfy
Your place on this earth.
BREATHE: Michelle Garren-Flye 