Still I riseBY MAYA ANGELOUYou may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty ofContinue reading “Still I rise”
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Hands of a warrior
Hands of a warriorBY PATRICIA A. FLEMMINGPurple veins strain against the skin.Pale, translucent, paper thin.Skinny fingers clawed in monstrous shapes,Brown spots from years that she can’t erase.Now wrinkled and fragile, weak and sore,So many things she can’t do anymore.Some days she feels she’s been betrayedBy the cruelty of her advancing age.She rubs her hands toContinue reading “Hands of a warrior”
YEARS FROM NOW BY KIM SOWOLShould you come to meYears from now,I shall say: “I have forgotten.”Should you scold me,I shall say: “After much longing I have forgotten.”Should you persist in scolding me,I shall say: “For lack of trust I have forgotten.”Not yesterday, not today,But years from now,I shall say: “I have forgotten.”
My heart soars
My Heart SoarsBY CHIEF DAN GEORGE The beauty of the trees,the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass,speaks to me.The summit of the mountain,the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea,speaks to me.The faintness of the stars,the freshness of the morning,the dew drop on the flower,speaks to me.The strength of fire,the taste ofContinue reading “My heart soars”
What life should be
What Life Should BeBY PATRICIA FLEMMINGTo learn while still a childWhat this life is meant to be.To know it goes beyond myselfIt’s so much more than me.To overcome the tragedies,To survive the hardest times.To face those moments filled with pain,And still manage to be kind.To fight for those who can’t themselves,To always share my light.WithContinue reading “What life should be”
Golden daffodils
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTHI wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-endingContinue reading “Golden daffodils”
A quoi bon dire?
A Quoi Bon Dire?BY CHARLOTTE MEW Seventeen years ago you saidSomething that sounded like Good-bye;And everybody thinks that you are dead,But I.So I, as I grow stiff and coldTo this and that say Good-bye too;And everybody sees that I am oldBut you.And one fine morning in a sunny laneSome boy and girl will meet andContinue reading “A quoi bon dire?”
Diving into the wreck
Diving into the wreck BY ADRIENNE RICHFirst having read the book of myths,and loaded the camera,and checked the edge of the knife-blade,I put onthe body-armor of black rubberthe absurd flippersthe grave and awkward mask.I am having to do thisnot like Cousteau with hisassiduous teamaboard the sun-flooded schoonerbut here alone.There is a ladder.The ladder is alwaysContinue reading “Diving into the wreck”
A host of golden daffodils
From childhood’s hour
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