The Grand Atlas

He kneels before us
His strength outweighs the others
And his muscles ache
As he carries the planet
Painstakingly on his back

poem by Amelia Patterson
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Ponytail Girl

Ponytail girl, twirl your hair
So that all may know
Your shiny flair.

Ponytail girl, you don't care
That people always question
How you wear that hair.

Ponytail girl, may I ask?
If your hair were any other way,
Would it be like a mask?

Ponytail girl,
I'd just like to say,
I hope you wear that hair
Just as proudly each day.

poem by Amelia Patterson
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A Mixed Life

My appearance as a “child of the light”
Comforts them,
And rests their awareness of
“Children of the dark.”
I appeal to both, suitably.
Even the presence of one “child of the dark”
Is not enough to
Keep their snickers from surfacing.

Without notice, their remarks offend
As well as portend
Lack of respect
Towards the dark children of God.
My dark self notices,
And is unsure
Whether to
Laugh at their indifference,
Or learn from it.

poem by Amelia Patterson
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