Grand Mother: For Lizzie Grace
Did you know / I was always watching / perched in the kitchen corner / grandgirl eyes staring staring
Article Category: Poetry Corner
Breonna Remembered
One year after Breonna Taylor's senseless murder, poet Bernadine "Dine" Watson pays tribute across space, time and sameness.
Movement Song
Do not remember me as a bridge nor a roof / as the maker of legends / nor as a trap
Phenomenal Woman
Now you understand / Just why my head’s not bowed / I don’t shout or jump about / Or have to talk real loud.
Excerpt: A Black Woman Speaks…
It is right that I a woman / black / should speak of white womanhood.
Black Statue of Liberty
I stand still above an island, fist straight in the air / Scar on my face, thick braids in my hair
When You Have Forgotten Sunday
And how you swore, if somebody beeped the bell, And how my heart played hopscotch if the telephone rang;
Blues
in the night / in my half hour / negro dreams / i hear voices knocking at the door
His Excellency General Washington
Celestial choir! enthron'd in realms of light, Columbia's scenes of glorious toils I write.
An American Sunrise
We were running out of breath, as we ran out to meet ourselves. We were surfacing the edge of our ancestors’ fights, and ready to strike.