Ssshh... Hush now... That's right baby, close your eyes. I've got you. Mhmmm, Hmmm Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound The child drifted off into a deep slumber. As I sat there rocking that child, tears formed in my eyes. I was a mother, a despondent mother for tomorrow I knew my life would change … Continue reading A Mother’s Heart
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the … Continue reading The Negro Speaks of Rivers
I am black America. My chocolate skin is like no other. My smile is comparable to no one. Only I can do what I can do. No one can tell me differently. My heart pains for the little black kids growing up without role models and parents. Those growing up without the knowledge that they … Continue reading I Want You!
Obama Strong, Black Interesting, Greying, Inspiring United States of America Head of State President I wrote this poem for my Creative Writing class. Some of the critiques of the poem were that, I wouldn't have used interesting to describe Barack Obama. I was almost startled at their disagreement with me! One girl said, Barack Obama isn't interesting, … Continue reading Cinquain
You may right me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like … Continue reading Still I Rise