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The Price for Freedom
Freedom . . .
That stole my soul
in the back woods of Georgia.
Auctioned on a slave block
and sold for the price of a grain, of a seed.
The deed to my soul they stole
The price of when my uncle
was slain by a Klan’s man
in the back woods of Mississippi,
I cry, I cry
who bargained for his life
I pray, I pray
for the price . . .
of freedom
for the segregated schools . . .
for the freedom of speech . . .
for freedom of slain souls who paved the way . . .
Took the lives of humble people
For the soul purpose…freedom,
Freedom, I cry, freedom
What does it mean,
When you are illiterate
And cannot read
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Black Inventions
Many of the world’s great inventors were Black;
Of dates and times I can not be exact.
Inventions of Blacks help complete life.
In medicine world we have Dr Charles Drew to thank;
For his hard work developing the blood bank
When the flow of city traffic was out of hand
Garrett P. Morgan had a plan.
He stopped us on red; started us on green
To keep us all safe, he put yellow in between.
Fred Douglas' "North Star" gave us headline news;
Jan Matzeliger's machine put soles on our shoes
As we sat in Nat Alexander's folding chair
Madame Walker's hot comb straightened our hair
I could go on and on; there is no ending
A Black genius is born daily; this was merely the beginning
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A Better Place
In a heartbeat his life was taken away.
With no one there to save him,
the damage already done.
He was protecting his country.
He was so young, so innocent.
Why him?
He had never been cruel to anyone.
He was full of love, of laughter.
Why wasn’t it me?
And when was the last time
I saw him, spoke to him?
I hope I wasn’t mean.
I couldn’t even bring myself
to go to his funeral
to say goodbye.
I was too scared to see his lifeless
young body laying there.
It didn’t mean I didn’t care,
wasn’t affected by his sudden absence.
I just didn’t know how to act, to feel.
He had so much life left to live. It didn’t seem fair.
I wonder what he may be doing.
Is he missing me like I’m missing him?
Watching over me and protecting me?
Will I see him again?
Will my questions ever be answered?
One thing I am sure of is he is now
In Better Place
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A familiar promise spoken in the peaceful atmosphere of the night,
No-one can hide from this,
Like a sweet summer's cold
Warm on the outside, yet cold on the in.
The three worded bittersweet promise……'I love you'
Nice talks on the phone
Long walks down the block
Sweet kisses exchanged
Warm hugs shared--
The softness of your hands
Peace, tranquility, fulfillment,
All around spring flourishes.
Emotions high, feelings soar,
Souls entwine, hearts unite
Bodies become one.
A bond so strong, I cannot, let go.
A passionate desire, that’s deep within my heart.
On our wedding day we became one.
A bond so strong, I cannot, let go….You say no baby, correction!
A bond so strong, we cannot, let go and never will.
Even though we argue every now and then,
My husband is my biggest fan,
He works hard for his family,
he loves his life, his kids, and me.
I am proud of his dedication and love him more each and every day
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Today—
spring rain
ruins
the promise
of long walks in the park
The smell
of spring rain
wakes the soul
of buried seeds
waiting to grow
Excitement
upon your return
home—
Intense irritation
as I scream GET OUT!
The nippy night air
comforts me
as I sit alone—
the sounds of crickets
call my name
The bright sun soothes me
as the clouds
shed tears
for the pain
I feel.
Spring flourishes
Emotions soar
Souls entwine,
Hearts unite
Bodies become one
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The morning after—
still angry
I yank the
covers as I
climb out of bed.
Dizzy
without
breath
under the stars…
our first kiss
Like W2’s
car titles and
Certificates of birth—
I keep your love letters
safely guarded.
The empty ink
cartridge and empty
box of copy paper
reminds me—
I am done with school.
After the storm
the trembling wet dog
at my door…
I didn’t want to pick it up
then didn’t want to put her down.
The first
spring rain
awakens
the souls
of buried seeds
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