To Nikki Giovanni Poetry and rhyme And reason At any season You’re the mother of words
the heat of the city feel it what a pity for the brothers and sisters who have 2 come to work for a living a… living in the city
Life goes on The mistakes are gone Times of remembrance are past The clock ticks on and on. I was born, I lived, I die,
Nighttime love Daytime dreams while Afternoons delights us And the evening rolls on and on Until the next cycle
Torn. Battered. Forgotten and even cast aside Like anything else Or like some piece of garbage toss…
Spread love Why is there no love? One voice, One people, One God,
The soul of Jazz Where Jazz is soul And the soul of Jazz is within Bringing back the days old Where Jazz was Jazz andJazz was…
Am I blue? Blues in my soul Carrying the weight of every burde… Of every man and it ain’t no good… My man ain’t no good 'cause he sta…
In memory of Rosa L. Parks Freedom. You carried that banner For us all And for all of us you stood
O Spirit within me Spirit of the poetry that’s free. Abide in me to write to the people… From my soul of what I truly came… O Spirit in my soul
In your eyes I see a different light Maybe another you Perhaps something about you I see a certain you
Just in case you get this message Be sure to tell it to the sister Who’s down and out Who’s lost their way, Who no longer have hope
Yet we are free From slavery’s chains, And chains that bind them together What about the mental freedom you… Freedom of slave master’s whips
I use to hear them say “Letting those golden moments roll… But how much longer of a delay Or should I stay strong? Either way the clock ticks in time
to Tice, Sherry, Pat, Simone, Ma… Girls to the end No matter what No matter how, We are sisters to the very end