for in memory of Gwendolyn Brooks You inspire me And touch my very soul Setting my heart and mind free Making poetry valued like gold.
To Nikki Giovanni Poetry and rhyme And reason At any season You’re the mother of words
You see, you make me wanna write, You make wanna write words So sweet and on the other hand Words wind up so tight Until it squeeze you when you feel…
In memory of Rosa L. Parks Freedom. You carried that banner For us all And for all of us you stood
o write a verse poet, to kinder the soul, to soothe it so, until we can feel every verse put to paper,
I am trippin’ off of you And the things that you do, And the way you talk, The way you talk, Baby it’s such a delight
Torn. Battered. Forgotten and even cast aside Like anything else Or like some piece of garbage toss…
My eyes are still open, The mind still alert, My body’s sluggish feeling like di… But yet I am up tonight this time… There are so many dreams to dream
A SOCIAL COMMENTARY BLACK IS MY SKIN TAR BABY... SAMBO NEGRO SKIN DARK AS NIGHT
The night train moves Quickly in the night’s air And the noise from the train Keeps a steady beat lugging home. I gotten a buzz of inspiration
and they took up wings to fly. Please, don’t cry for me, You don’t need to shed a tear, Just put those tears in a bottle t… And let it sail to the nearest oce…
No matter the distance Between us in miles, No matter the lifespan, Spread all the while. No matter the challenges,
Summer rain— Falling from the skies, Summer rain— Pouring on my window pane, Summer rain—
a social commentary Among the vast of the sea and land Where a nation is born, Where a nation arises from the ash… Upon other large shoulders.
Just when the day wanes longer, Legs and body not get any strengt… Memory short and not clear, Times of ending days near. Hair turns from gray to white,
