Joshua Lefort
Son of a nurturing Haitian mother and brother to a loving sister, Joshua's work reflects human connection—creating spaces for others to experience themselves.
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International Competition
International Competition
Finalist Poem — Ranked 96th Worldwide
Finalist Poem — Ranked 96th Worldwide
By Joshua LefortInk to paper I lay down,A heaviness at the centre of my world,I breathe out.I am a student of man.I burn bright: spark lit, smoke abound, But the past follows me home.Branded by love’s pain-stricken crest,I’m condemned by no hand but my own.I’m star-strung like Vitruvian art,Pulled by what I never amounted to be.Sedative in clothes,Validation well sewn,But still, I stain red.To you, I admit that after all,I know not what came to mind,Died within and festered at my lips.I was lost
#1 Beautifully Black
#1 Beautifully Black
#2 Melting Pot of Growth
#2 Melting Pot of Growth
By Joshua LefortDistal fractals of broken promises,Shattered dreams and heavy memories,Fill the vast and barren landsI call solitude.Condemned by no hand but my own,I dress and bandage in fashion,And cling tight to the illusionOf an accessorized distraction.Sedative in clothes,Validation well sewn,But still, I stain red.For a mourning heartCan’t help but weep, cry, and bleedFor the hurt it couldn’t help but shareWith one who couldn’t help but care.With each beat,I brace for a visceral contractio
#3 A Letter to Myself
#3 A Letter to Myself
#4 A Letter to You
#4 A Letter to You
#5 Letting Go
#5 Letting Go
#6 Cherry Blues
#6 Cherry Blues
#7 My Muse
#7 My Muse
#8 A World of Mine
#8 A World of Mine
#9 Ego
#9 Ego
#10 El Amor Materno
#10 El Amor Materno
By Joshua LefortMamá, sufro por ti.Tú, que me sembraste bajo el solPara que brotara con experiencia.Tú, que me sacrificaste a la dualidad del hombrePor la cual te confunden.De blanco, me despelleja el abrigo tuyo.De rojo, me quema vivo como gasolina tuya.Me das agua,Pero se torna amargaPor la pérdida de tu inocencia.Creen ser superiores a ti, a mí,Andando por guerras de tierras,Que sean antiguas o modernas,No mejora el ciclo, solo se disfraza.Como semillas dispersas demasiado lejos,Ya no podemos
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