The Tears of My Ancestors

This was the poem I read at Open Mic:

The Tears of My Ancestors

Laughter is in the air but it will soon fade,

It drifts threw the sky just out of reach,

It appears to me just like fleeting hope,

I have seen this before in the eyes of those that I love,

Their eyes show their dreams that have been turned into ash,

The ash is like nutrients to the soil which I use to mature,

My hopes are the seeds yearning to grow,

The tears are of my ancestors,

Whom water me with their sorrows,

It forces me to grow,

They push me forward,

Even when I want to go backwards,

I take the lost dreams of my ancestors upon my back,

I carry them with me,

I will fight to fulfill what has been lost,

What has been taken...

Open Mic

Was it just me or was there only a handful of people at open mic? That was a bummer but either way if you weren't there you missed out big time. It was really fun with your great poetry, Kohl shared some of his lovely work, Fry bread Mary shared of basket weaving, Grandma's for ganja  talked about well ganja, Paco talk a funny personal story, and there was so many other good performances. One of the older gentlemen their shared of poetry written in their native tongue. It was absolutely lovely. I am so looking forward to helping plan another open mic because they are so very powerful. Thank you.