religiously taking note of the bloodlust enemies of kindness
we hear your last words:
america
if you see me as your enemy
you have no
friends.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Poem: Gwendolyn Brooks by Haki R. Madhubuti
into the sixties
a word was born . . . . . . . . BLACK
& with black came poets
& from the poet’s ball points came:
black doubleblack purpleblack blueblack beenblack was
black
Update: I AM WOMAN Essay & Portrait Project
Still seeking written contributions for Phase 1: Experiences of Black Womanhood in America. If you would like to contribute, please email Shawnda@Spirit-Harvest.com.
Poem: Life is happening.
Life is happening. Life is always happening|It doesn’t accommodate our schedule |or ask for an appointment| It isn’t scouting for the perfect environment| or adjusting for the most flattering angle
Poem: The Weirdest Dream
I could see
you so clearly, feel you, even, and smell
all your scents – you know, the natural ones;
the perfumed ones; your hands – so warm, so strong
and comforting (all, your essence) – so missed.
“I Am Enough” II Spoken Word
“He had 99 problems, but death wasn’t one. And it wasn’t any strangers, He sent His only Son.”
Poem: Without Reservation
My winter cleaning unearthed an old notebook. I opened it to this poem from over a decade ago. I don’t think I’ve ever shared it and I certainly understand it better today than I did then. Perhaps because it has played itself out over the years. I’ve been thinking – perhaps I had an epiphanyContinueContinue reading “Poem: Without Reservation”
Terry Ann: Eulogy
Terry Ann: Eulogy As the moon shines, The angels come. On a warm, hazy night With stars twinkling bright; The waves crashed against shore With their ever beckoning lure. Terry Ann, my baby; My beautiful black lady. A mother, wife, daugther, sister, Cousin, aunt and friend. Because of you, my heart beats; I live andContinueContinue reading “Terry Ann: Eulogy”
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