Poetry
The Silver Lining
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We‘re Stuck In A Dark Gray Cloud Searching For A Way Out Looking For A Ray Of Sunlight Praying For A Miracle Our Ancestors Are Watching God Sees And Hears Us We Must Become Our Own Salvation This Is The Silver Lining To Love Each-Other More To Perform More Acts Of Kindness To Strengthen Our Faith To Recreate Ourselves And The Things Around Us This Is The Silver Lining To Brush Off The Dirt Wash Clean Our Bodies, Mind And Soul To Walk In The Light Shine Where Ever We Go This Is The Silver Lining To Read A Book Catch Up With Old Friends Finish What You Started Try Something New To Be Patient With One’S Self Let Wisdom Be Your Mentor Learn How To Meditate Erase The Dark Gray Clouds Paint The Sky With Soft Pastels Of Happy Colors In Our Minds Abiodun 5-14-20... Read More
Earlier today, I was on the phone discussing a future article with Abiodun, one of The Last Poets. I mentioned to him I had, earlier in the day, read on Facebook that Jericho Brown had won a Pulitzer Prize for poetry for his collection "The Tradition". As the conversation continued Abiodun mentioned in passing that The Last Poets and Poet Rita Dove, last year, had been invited to The 50th Rotterdam Poetry Festival 2019.... Read More
We Are Survivors
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The legacy of my people Has no equal. We’ve always been divine And a gift to mankind. Snatched from our native land Put on slave ships Treated like animals Beaten with a bullwhip Naked and chained together.... Read More
The Nature of Life
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Be not dismayed By those who have passed. Death is just another breath, Passageway to life. Our ancestors Who built the pyramids knew There is no such thing As someone being dead.... Read More
We are all here on this Earth, in this world, for a heartbeat and then we are gone. We leave behind a thumbprint, an impression, on the lives we’ve touched through our words, our actions, or inactions. Nikki Giovanni wrote:... Read More
He had been there.
After the game, the war, after the track meet,
before breakfast on Saturday mornings…and
when diapers had to be changed and the girl's
curls and ribbons had to be rearranged.... Read More

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