EqualityBy Maya AngelouYou declare you see me dimlythrough a glass which will not shine,though I stand before you boldly,trim in rank and marking time.You do own to hear me faintlyas a whisper out of range,while my drums beat out the messageand the rhythms never change.Equality, and I will be free.Equality, and I will be free.YouContinue reading “Equality”

For Annie

For AnnieBY EDGAR ALLAN POEThank Heaven! the crisis,The danger, is past,And the lingering illnessIs over at last—And the fever called “Living”Is conquered at last.Sadly, I knowI am shorn of my strength,And no muscle I moveAs I lie at full length—But no matter!—I feelI am better at length.And I rest so composedly,Now, in my bed,That anyContinue reading “For Annie”

While you weren’t here

While You Weren’t HereBy Janet MichaelWhile you weren’t hereI cried every night.A million tears fell,Still my heart wasn’t right.While you weren’t hereI did what I could,Hoping against hopeMy decisions were good.While you weren’t hereI gained some in age.Things just went onAnd life turned a page.While you weren’t hereI just tried to go on,Knowing what didn’tContinue reading “While you weren’t here”

Searching For HomeBy Brittney HemmandsHer eyes glowed with such ambition,And her mouth spoke words of love and kindness.She took pride in wandering;She walked to find the places her heart longed for.Oh, the places she searched to find her home.She made her way through crowded pathsAnd swam through salted waters.She danced in gardensAnd sweetly kissed strangers.SheContinue reading

Nothing stays the same

Nothing Stays The SameBy Carol A. AndrewsThe earth spins like a rolling ball.Stars shine bright then fade away.Darkness melts and turns to light.The sunrise starts another day.The sun dips slowly into the sea.The moon will wax and wane.The sea will rise and falls with tides.And you will love again.Nothing ever stays the same.Mountains change withContinue reading “Nothing stays the same”

Fear is what quickens me

Fear is what quickens meBY JAMES ARLINGTON WRIGHTMany animals that our fathers killed in AmericaHad quick eyes.They stared about wildly,When the moon went dark.The new moon falls into the freight yardsOf cities in the south,But the loss of the moon to the dark hands of ChicagoDoes not matter to the deerIn this northern field.What isContinue reading “Fear is what quickens me”