Hosted by Bev Boisen
Hello everyone!
Love,
Bev
To
Mother
by
Michelle
Genser
I
remember a time when all I had was you
A time I had no friends to come around
You would comfort me and say ‘I love you’
But, as I grew the words ‘I love you’ became lost
I remember a time when I could talk
To you about everything,
And the time I found myself hiding
My life from you
Mother, I am growing up and changing fast
Too fast, for myself, perhaps
Soon I will have my own life
This scares me, as much as you
For,
You are all I know
You have taught me right from wrong
Even though sometimes I show you different
These years have been, rough and bumpy road
Soon, I will break off to my own
And, use what I have learned
Don’t worry Mother
There will be more times to comfort me
There will be another time, I will let you in
I want you to Always remember
I love you
I hope we can find the words again
And use them often
For, we Can’t loose each other
I need You, as much as, You need Me
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Michelle
Black
Woman
by
Deb Jones
Am I incapable to give or
receive love
Do I dare ask for respect that is long past due me
Simply because god made me a black woman
Should I wear my heart on my sleeve
For all the world to see like a neon marquis
An advertised decree
That I too can love
I am an embryo flourishing in womanhood
With nappy hair and the skin tones the colors of
The rainbow the earth and the sun
When I am grown and mother a child of my own
And feel my baby deep inside my womb
I will accept it as a semblance of grace
That I am able to love
Even if I don't run a marathon and cross the finish line
Like Wilma Rudolph Jackie Joyner Kerse and Flo-Jo
Did I still can love
When I get the blues but I don't sing like
Billie Sarah or Ella did
I still can love
If I idolize the notion of justice and equality
But I don't lead the march
Like Rosa and Coretta Scott King did
I can love
If my words don't flow like the poetic prose
Recited by Sonya Maya or Georgia Douglas
I still can love
I still can love
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People
of Color
by
Bev Boisen
You are of color
What does that mean?
It means,
That the color of your skin
Is beautiful
You are on this planet
And have rights like everybody
else
Believe in yourself
Because you are special
So, stand up for your rights
Because you count
You are on this earth
For a special reason
But, only GOD knows
And maybe someday
You will find out why,
This will be your, secret.
Featured
Poem for November
Purple Warmth
by
Annette Walker
Purple is the deep warmth felt all around.
The rich colors seen in a rainbow
fade one to the next from red to violet
but always rest on
the subtle sweet color of purple.
When watching a golden sunset
on the clear western horizon,
purple is the one final hue
that tells of the coming night
as it touches the land and dips behind the earth.
It is the final taunting to neighborhood children
playing freeze tag down the red brick street
before they must quickly scurry home on scooters and bikes
for bubble baths and bedtime stories.
Purple is the single thin ribbon
in a field of florescent flowers
that reminds us of the soft gentle touch
God has lain down upon the world.
Purple soothes the aching soul
in Lavenders Blues song and rhyme.
It settles the anxious restless child
at bedtime into sound slumber.
Purple is the deep warmth felt all around.
Annette Walker
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