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Louella Robinson, Margaret Robinson, Dorothy Shaw, Barbara Jean, Michael Russell, Weda, Jocques, Tonya McFarland, Thomas McFarland, Tiny Chill, Bam, Ricky Shaw, John Shaw, Pinina, Dennis Barefield, Sissy, Pee Wee are some of the leaves that fell from our family tree.

Without them, where would I be?

Without them, there would be no me.

Some of them are the roots to this tree,

The source and force,

The fire inside of them burn hot like third degree burns, that turn lives upside down, bring homes low to the ground, some of them are founders,

On my way this Memorial Day to Inglewood Cemetery where some of these leaves are buried.

These are not the kind of leaves that leave at the slightest push of wind.

In the city of McFarland, this tree is planted in a large field full of chili peppers, peas and Shaws, surrounded by weeds and flying Robins

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Kenneth Moore

Kenneth Moore writes the following about himself: I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, to Kathy Robinson and Kenneth Moore, senior. I am African-American and the youngest of three boys. I’ll go to my youthful offender parole hearing in 2027. I am pleased to announce a new book by Kenneth Moore, which you can read or download for free at I had one of my poems published in a book entitled “Silent Screams: Poems from Uncharted Territory,” copyright by Dr. Unique Shaw-Smith.