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I see you look at me

But you don’t know what you see

You yell at me to go home

You say I don’t belong here

I don’t understand what you’re saying

as I stand in front of my house

I ask what home you speak of

You reply anywhere but here

There is no space for your kind here

I ask what kind you speak

I only know that you and I are the same

You yell back at me

that we are as different as night and day

as night and day I say

You are black and I am white you tell me

I say oh I didn’t realize that makes us different

I know I want happiness like you

I want a family like I know you have

I want to raise my children as you do

I cry when I’m sad just like you

I bleed when I’m injured just like you

and I know I work just as hard as you do

so I think we are not different and that

I have learned my right to stay here

I know if there is room for you

there is room for me

Why don’t you just try to be a friend

You bow your head in shame

realizing your mistakes

You beg for my forgiveness

I tell you that you needn’t ask

I just knew all of this would pass

40 years later we’re still here

we’re still friends

and now our kids are friends too

We may look different

But we feel, look and think just the same

I hope everyone else will become friends too

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Copyright 2014 Felina Silver Robinson, Friends©

Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act  V, Scene V


Fye on sinful fantasy!

Fye on lust and luxury!

Lust is but a bloody fire,

Kindled with unchaste desire,

Fed in heart; whose flames aspire,

As thoughts do blow then, higher and higher,

Pinch him, fairies, mutually;

Pinch him for his villany;

Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about,

Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about,

Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine be out.

A girl so full of life

carries as smile on her face

to hide the hole in her heart

from the love she’s missing

she’s filled with sadness and envy

She longs for any piece of happiness

and paints pictures of how she hopes life would be

is it wrong to live in the land of make-believe

If she only knew that others loved her

then maybe she could love herself

maybe she could see herself as others do

open your eyes little one

dry your tears

because everyone is watching

open your heart and just

live happy and carefree

you have all that you need

with a friend in me

I’ll help you through each day

so you can live again

there’s is no one better than your best friend

Now the smile she carries is real

and the whole in heart has healed

for she no longer lives in envy of others

Now they live in envy of her

for she brightens up the room each time she enters

All her pictures have come to life and

now cover the museum walls

she now lives lives life happily

See what happens when you believe

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Copyright 2014 Felina Silver Robinson, “Believe”©





I’m just a night owl

Always awake

Always thinking

No time to sleep

It gets in the way

So much to do

So much to say

There are never enough hours in any given day

I always find something else to do

Others are sleeping

I sit wide awake








Just being ready for anything, and everything

always just waiting

and staying awake

I’m just a night owl

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Copyright 2014 Felina Silver Robinson, “I’m Just a Night Owl”©



I head towards the tunnel

Fear settles inside me

It’s a long walk to the other side

I’m uncertain as to what awaits me

I’ve been told that all will be ok

But I only have their word

Should I trust them

What other choice do I have

With each step I tremble a little bit more

My legs feel like jello

My heart beats faster and faster

I enter almost on cue

My escort leads me to my maker

With a grin he greets me and happily says

I’m sorry to see you so soon

But I’m glad you’ve made it home

A sigh of relief is before me

All my fears melt away

Suddenly I feel a sense of belonging

No longer must you worry

for now I will be ok

I’m finally here to stay

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Copyright 2014 Felina Silver Robinson, Home©


My heart belongs to the future and the the past

every thought, idea or dream is a part of who I am and who I am yet to become

each memory or experience is a piece of my trademark

no matter what you tell me it won’t and can’t change my direction

for its not the first time I’ve made this trip

I’ve been on this never-ending rollercoaster

It doesn’t allow stops, but occasionally I find new passengers

I never ask any questions but I always wonder why

But who am I to think I can change anything

I didn’t ask for this extended trip

but yet I’m still a passenger after all this time

Just going for yet another ride

You’d think by now that I would adjust

But no, I’m just another fool whose heart belongs to you

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Copyright 2014 Felina Silver Robinson, “My Heart”

What is love? ’tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What’s to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

Youth’s a stuff will not endure.

…William Shakespeare taken from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The wind savagely tears at each of my windows

The trees branches cry out as they thrust against my house

Everything in my yard found a new spot to live

My cats run for cover on the heals of one another

Passerby’s discard their useless umbrellas

walkers sigh in defeat for they are no longer dry

Dogs whimper from the chill in the air

I peak anxiously through the window hoping for calmness

Comforted by the fact that I’m here and not out there

Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wind?

Not I, Are you?

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Copyright 2014 Felina Silver Robinson, Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wind?©


All of us and all of them too

The mouths we feed

are just not those

of our families,

our friends,

or neighbors,

It’s also

the trees,

the grass,

the ocean,

the earth

every animal

every insect

and the air we breath

Each part of is

connected to the rest

when one dies

it all dies

That includes us

It’s not just you

or me

it’s all of them too

Help make the world a better place

think about everything you do

and how it affects all of us

and all of them too.

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© copyright 2014 Felina Silver Robinson

A day at the beach©

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Green grass tickles my toes

as I lay upon my blanket

My eyes closed

Listening to the cries of the seagulls flying overhead

I feel the sun burn against my skin

I smell the salty beach ocean

and the giggles of the children as they play all about

I hear a slap against the volleyball and bodies fall against the hot sand

There is nothing more glorious than a day on the beach

I sit up and enjoy a few chapters of my favorite book

a warm breeze whips against my ears

I snack on the fruits in the picnic basket

My daughters scream as the cold water slaps against their legs

and pulls at their feet

the sun begins to set

rain starts to fall

The crowd quickly packs up

The smell of the rain heightens the smell of the ocean

as it sends us on our way ending

Just another warm summers day

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A day at the beach©

was written by Felina Silver Robinson

on April 8, 2014