I can hear Rosalee See the eyes of Willie McGee My mother told me about Lynchings My mother told me about The dark nights And dirt roads And torch lights And lynch robes The faces of men Laughing white Faces of men Dead in the night sorrow night and a sorrow night By Lorraine…
Poet-activist Amanda Gorman recited an original poem on the third night of the Democratic National Convention.
“She was a person of the folks,” said poet and literary critic Sterling Brown who sheds love and light in this poem simply titled Ma Rainey.
To demand respect, think, and rocksteady, where reasons to inspire my people to aim higher / Knowing a change is gonna come
T’is the season when caroling and holiday greetings are familiar refrains, sounding memories of yesterday. Beyond merry greetings, we welcome the rhythms and sensibilities of poetry to evoke passion and convey appreciation for the season, the future and the moment. Words that rhyme or not, they make a joyful noise to hopeful aspirations. Join us…
I will sprinkle my clear tears / on seeds and transplants and bulbs / and see my garden / push up
Artist unknown, source Pinterest. By Sister Lisa Muhammad. Come follow us through every line and every verse Where there’s no need to curse or rehearse, where it doesn’t matter who’s first… To where Mother Nature and Father Time bear the seeds of the Universe. Come with us to where the Earth is golden, bronze, deep…
By Rosemari Mealy Anchored across the plains-some thousands of miles away- The Eagle lost its wings. And the Homing Pigeon Detoured northward with the message that Lincoln’s Proclamation had freed the enslaved. Scorched earth embraced the feet of children, still picking cotton their thirst relieved by a Black mother’s finger frosted with her own saliva.…
But it really seems easier to / Chatter about them / The little water bottles / Rather than / Everything else.
Here we go again... / slipping and falling from life / so soon before we could bond.