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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Forgotten i</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i know how it feels to be second and not <br>Knowing what to do about it; and the first<br>one refuses to care about it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i know how it feels being depressed inside<br>That small capsule with capricious un-<br>Happiness and hopelessness prison guards</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i know how i felt riding greyhound buses unoticed<br>by those seated comfortably up front, white-curtains<br>to obscure Negroes instead of light. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i know more saints who kneel and pray<br>Hoping for something magica in the distance and <br>finding out Later or never that reality is just being.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i know how it feels to be forgotten and alone <br>On a stinky garbage bin eating from a can<br>As passer-bys cosign to oblivion. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i know how it feels being mother with <br>a fully matured, broken-winged bird<br>yet can't leave the nest. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i feel the pain of the crying womb <br>that month after month flower go to<br>Seed, die, and never to blossom.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i know how it feels remembering the<br>The child I 'got' but did'nt 'get'<br>and the deprived one could have gotten.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i know how it feels being the ignored flower growing <br>through the cracked sidewalk unnoticed, like<br>children slipping through cracked welfare system</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I know about beauty, fears, joy, and loneliness; <br>I know about stories held, not told as signs of me; <br>I know that poems are evident of the obscure being…<br> <br>the forgotten</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Almedia Knight-Oliver January 19,2011</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Almedia+Knight+Oliver">Almedia Knight Oliver</a></strong></div>

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