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         Marcus Harris 
            
          
        Marcus Harris has long been hailed 
          for his insightful, timely, and often poignantly humorous body of poetry, 
          prose, and commentary. His writings have been featured in several national 
          and international publications.  
        He is also the Founder and President 
          of The Lady Oya Foundation, Inc., a nonprofit organization that supports 
          domestic violence survivors and their families.  
        Songs In Search Of A Voice, Marcus's 
          debut collection of original poetry, will be released on Tuesday, March 
          7th. To learn more about it, visit his Website at www.MarcusHarris.net. 
         
  
          
"Painted 
                  Smiles" 
                  (Mama 
                  Knows Best . . . ?) 
                She 
                  greeted them, those young, 
                  (as yet) innocent souls, 
                  each morning with the 
                  practiced embrace of mended limbs, 
                  which spoke little to trauma 
                  unmerited – yet promised and delivered – 
                  from the same heavy hand 
                  that softly stroked them 
                  while they 
                  sweetly slept . . . 
                            they 
                  could never tell that the 
                              custom 
                  cadence of her laugh 
                              was 
                  forged 
                              for 
                  the sake of 
                              muted 
                  tears, 
                            and 
                            they 
                  would never know that the 
                              patterned 
                  whispers of her walk 
                              mirrored 
                  a soul 
                              that 
                  had likewise deftly 
                              disappeared 
                  – 
                            but, 
                  still 
                she 
                  greeted them, those young, 
                  (as yet) innocent souls, 
                  each morning with 
                  cereal and painted smiles, 
                  which masked a pallor 
                  familiarly faded, yet 
                  a well-orchestrated 
                  perpetration of a life 
                  devoid of terror 
                  and shame . . . 
                while 
                  the truth, they would come to learn, 
                  always seemed to hide 
                  somewhere deep within 
                  her sigh. 
                  
                Marcus Harris 
                  Copyright © 2006 
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