The last to know. A Juneteenth Poem.

Before the day is over… A #Juneteenth poem.

the last to know.

Imagine being free,

and you didn’t know,

Imagine a new life waiting,

and you can’t live it,

Imagine the chains released from your body

but not from your mind,

and Imagine not knowing that you can walk away,

but your feet can’t take the steps…

the end…

we still have a ways to go and work to do

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Two Directors Named John

Two Directors Named John. 4/30/19

Two directors named John. In #the80s and #the90s, there were movies. One for you. One for me. Two for you, Two for me. Until there were a multitude of stories on film told from very different yet similar perspectives. #JohnHughes spoke to us about suburban white. #JohnSingleton spoke to us about black hood. Both rang true to one experience or another, while staying true to their own unique identities, impacting all youth growing up in an era of 80s yuppie prosperity, and 90s drive bys and death, leaving us wondering, whatever happened to those characters, those fictional people, who we knew all too well as real life. RIP to our innocence.

#TheEnd

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#30daysofpoetry: Poem A Day Writing Prompt. April 1st. Theme: morning

Today kicks off National Poetry Month. It also kicks off my annual attempt to complete 30 poems this month by following the Writer’s Digest Poem A Day writing prompt challenge. Here we go!  Today’s theme: morning

Good morning 4/1/2019

Every day

I update my status with

Good morning,

Be Thankful,

Love Thy Neighbor,

Be Kind.

simple

golden rule virtues

we are taught

as children

Somehow though

In our daily engagement

When we are busy pretending

To be adults,

We lose our childlike ability

To see others

As equal in how we

Love, forgive, and grow.

We become forgetful

Home training goes

out the window

And we often

don’t remember

To treat others

As just plain humans

And so it seems

the hardest ideals to keep

Throughout the day

Are those that show

Compassion and empathy

For difference

So at the end of the day

After morning has passed away

It’s our inward reflection

That will matter and determine

How we will plan ahead

For tomorrow.

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harlem sweeties. my favorite poem. recited by Mos Def.

I was listening to NPR today and they were talking about the modern day take on poetry and they asked the panelists what was their first exposure to poetry. That got me to thinking about my first exposure to poetry and my favorite poet and poem. My absolute favorite poem on earth is a poem called Harlem Sweeties by Langston Hughes, my favorite poet.  I like it because it was my first exposure to someone actually giving homage to all of the colors of the brown rainbow that black women come in. I recently found this version of the poem being performed by the rapper Mos Def. Enjoy!

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