march thirty one: national haiku writing month, in honor of black history month

Because I fell behind with my daily postings, I have decided to put a little twist on this week. I have declared this week “Black Creativity Week” and In honor of the final week of Black History Month, I’m going to wrap up the last week of National Haiku Writing Month with some poems I previously shared with you. Enjoy!

Bonus: You get two poems

focus

to entrepreneur

is to wish upon a star

American Dream

 

and on the last day

for twenty-eight days

we celebrate history

America lives

 

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march thirty one: national haiku writing month – in honor of black history month (and happy birthday daddy!)

Because I fell behind with my daily postings, I have decided to put a little twist on this week. I have declared this week “Black Creativity Week” and In honor of the final week of Black History Month, I’m going to wrap up the last week of National Haiku Writing Month with some poems I previously shared with you. Enjoy!

This particular poem happens to be in honor of my father whose birthday is today!

 

haiku for good black fathers

looking for a mate

my father laid the groundwork

will my wish come true?

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march thirty one: #TrayvonMartin, One Year Later

Retro Post:  On this day, February 26, 2012, one year later, Trayvon Martin, a teenager, was shot and killed by Wanna Be Cop, George Zimmerman.  Here I share my post from last year and my special poem I wrote in memory of #TrayvonMartin.

Written on March 16, 2012:

I just realized that I haven’t been affected by a teenager’s death and I haven’t felt compelled to write about one specific young person’s death since high school, when a young girl in Cleveland named Diah Harris was killed by her sister back in the early 90s. There was just something about that case that haunted me, bothered me, made me feel like I had to be connected to her in some way, even though I had never met her. I feel the same way about Trayvon Martin. I write this poem today in recognition of the terrible injustice that took place in Sanford, Florida on February 26, 2012 when a vivacious young African American boy, Trayvon Martin, was shot down in a claim of self defense.  How shameful it is that once again, America is gripped by the untimely death of another child who was an innocent bystander and who’s death quite possibly, may go away without being avenged by our criminal justice system.  

Trayvon Martin Protest - Sanford

 

I also felt compelled to write this poem after viewing this haunting photo of Trayvon which, to me, speaks volumes about the innocence of our youth in America and how we should 

value and love all of them, and not just a chosen few.  His face reminds me of the little boys I grew up with, my cousins, my friends children and all of the little Black boys I see walking around everyday. I hope that you are as appalled and outraged as I, and others across the globe are, and I hope that you will never forget his face.

A Poem For Trayvon by Kellea Tibbs

in his eyes, you can see every kid in America

you can see his hopes, his dreams, his wishes

you can see him playing with other kids his age

shooting hoops and having fun

how unfortunate

to be taken away so soon

he’s our child

he’s America’s child

not just another black child

but his untimely demise

represents us all

and if you love everything

about being an American

all of the rights

and privileges

even the option to walk down the street

free and clear of harm

or the notion that

you  might be shot down senselessly

then you WILL cry out

you SHOULD cry out

you should cry

for this beautiful child

another gone too soon

who will speak for Trayvon

who will speak for all of the parents

all of the grandparents, aunts, uncles

all of the sisters, all of the brothers

all of the cousins, all of the classmates

all of the teachers, all of the neighbors

who will miss him

we must speak up

even those of us

who didn’t even know him

but know him in our hearts

who love him

despite never meeting him

rest in peace

beautiful

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march thirty one: national haiku writing month – in honor of black history month

Because I fell behind with my daily postings, I have decided to put a little twist on this week. I have declared this week “Black Creativity Week” and In honor of the final week of Black History Month, I’m going to wrap up the last week of National Haiku Writing Month with some poems I previously shared with you. Enjoy!

hair texture blues

interesting convo

he said he liked my hair straight

false identity

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march thirty one: national haiku writing month, in honor of black history month

Because I fell behind with my daily postings, I have decided to put a little twist on this week. I have declared this week “Black Creativity Week” and In honor of the final week of Black History Month, I’m going to wrap up the last week of National Haiku Writing Month with some poems I previously shared with you. Enjoy!

for the icons

Josephine Baker
Lady Day, Ella, Nina
All captured the soul

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march thirty one: national haiku writing month – in honor of black history month

Because I fell behind with my daily postings, I have decided to put a little twist on this week. I have declared this week “Black Creativity Week” and In honor of the final week of Black History Month, I’m going to wrap up the last week of National Haiku Writing Month with some poems I previously shared with you. Enjoy! 

Ujamaa

During the riots
They posted signs with Black Owned
Support local goods

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