Love, you are the most beautiful reality.I hold you eternally; the beauty of my soul.You are my precious secret dancing in harmony. My eyes see you clearly as the transforming in my heart.
Though, sometimes difficult, you are able to lift any pain.
You are what I strive to be. You are what I am. I cherish you more today than yesterday.
Nov 23, 2012
To My Ancestors
ancestor, the shareholder of my people’s hope. If you happen to sway
or turn over in your
grave may the bells ring. A cue for the great minds to
rise up in lines. For a voice
to speak out from church to house.
Let the truth be told and lead our people
out of the marked shadows, ditches
and valleys to a higher plateau. I apologize
for your improvised oversight
because every warm blooded human understands
you paid the ultimate price.
In me, you have a sister who has come
what being black in Americafeels like. There are many goals I see in the sunrise, it sets
and I open my eyes for a deeper calling. As despair
balls its fist in a natural state of fear, but pulls from me nothing more than
I've discovered the keys of persistence as I stare at the one in the
she tells me of my many obstacles to overcome. I look to your strength and endurance as a year long rose. Your love for me is an unforgettable
I will never forget, even if a pessimistic hater shoots
to kill. I am a woman
who strongly believes in his will.In
I’ll keep marching so
another deceased slave can rest.
Humbly, I thank you from the burrows of
my chest. My soul shall bleed when the bells ring out. “Come my people; we must join hands .”
The struggle has not been won. The struggle still goes on.