Diatelle Collection
I
Must Move
Soft and smooth
Maintain my clutch.
So I won’t lose my groove
This rhythmic high I love so much
Propels me forward with each beat I touch
There are none to weigh me down once I reach my High
Twisting and turning and gliding and such
I’ll use this moment as my crutch
As I aim to improve
My art, my rush
And to prove
I do
Fly
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
Look
Look there,
Do you see?
Do you see it?
It’s everything you dream
The land of possibility
Don’t think of what befell us as a curse
Think of it as more of an Opportunity
To explore the unknown and call it home
Rest our heads wherever we please
Since we have each other
What else could we
Possibly
Want or
Need
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
No Rhyme, just form
You
See us,
Yet you just,
Tread right on by
While we stand here in lust,
Longing, begging, hell, even cry
For one simple word, for one little “hi”
For someone, anyone, to hear us out in lieu
Of judgment passed through society’s eye.
We long for a Savior in time
As we bathe in disgust
Help us survive
This unjust.
Push us
Through
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
