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“Sunshine If it were possible to place you in my brain to let you roam around in and out my thought waves you would never have to ask why do you love me? This morning as you slept I wanted to kiss you awake say I love you till your brain smiled and nodded yes this woman does love me. Each day the list grows filled with the things that are you things that make my heart jump yet words would sound strange become corny in utterance. In the morning when I wake I don’t look out my window to see if the sun is shining. I turn to you instead.”

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Pat Parker
Pat Parker

Pat Parker was an American poet, born on January 20, 1944, and died on June 19, 1989. Known for her profound social and political commentary, Parker's poetry often addressed issues of race, gender, and class, reflecting her experiences as an African American woman in 20th-century American society. more

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