Once Upon a time I recorded myself reading some of my poems, because I was curious as to how they sounded out loud.
I have the strength
I have the black strength
That came from my ancestors
That runs through my blood
I don’t need guilt
To save me
To save the world
I have the black strength
That came from my ancestors
That runs through my blood
Resolutions: fun and whimsical or serious and thoughtful?
1.) Play more games (the board and sports varieties)
2.) Play more music
4.) Be open to not having all the answers
*#3 isn’t missing, I just didn’t want to share it with everyone ;).
I see the pain
I see the pain
I see the pain of my friends who are white who get it.
They want to apologize.they are deeply depressed.
The disparity is overwhelming.
They have not known this much pain before.
They start to worry about us and reach out, asking how We are doing.
We say despite the horrible things happening in the world.
We are good.
We can say this because We are strong.
This is something We have been working against our entire lives.
We can say this because We know that it will not go away.
We can say this because despite those days when We just want to cover our heads and not get out of bed, We remember that the alternative is an even greater call to stay woke because we are good.
Cousins Like Mine
1. Cousins like Mine
Maybe you have
Cousins like mine
Brave and strong
Self sacrificing
Who you can call on at
Any time any where any place
Maybe you have
Cousins like mine
Who you can call up
Anytime teasing and laughing
Having a good ol’ time
Maybe you have
Cousins like mine
Who know the pain
Who know the love
Who know the grace
That our family has endured
Maybe you have
Cousins like mine
That blend together more like
Brothers and sisters
Maybe you have
Cousins like mine
Lyrical Way
Song and dance, lyrical words and moves, artistic strokes, guiding us through the hardest days and hardest nights
Life not performances, realities of the world catching up with us, moving through us, connecting us
Because we are not meant to walk this walk alone, we are not meant to heal alone.
Guide our feet as we embrace hands extending love, hope and forgiveness in the dignity of the lives we live
Proof
You want proof,
evidence of the value of
Our lives
While still denying
What is right in front of you
Endless bloodshed
Based on fear.
While ignorance, blindness and silence
That we can never afford
To have
Takes
Our lives
Summer
Summer that time of porch swings barbecues, sprinklers and lightening bugs Summer that time of morphing beings forever nights, twirling and counting stars Summer that mystical time where we dream o…
Source: Summer
Summer
Summer
that time of porch swings
barbecues, sprinklers and
lightening bugs
Summer
that time of morphing beings
forever nights, twirling and
counting stars
Summer that mystical time
where we dream of
standing still
as we move from one old beat
flowing into the new rythm of
life
More
Can’t nobody tell
My story like I can
Can’t nobody know
the mysteries of my smile
Can’t nobody be more me
than I can
D.S. Hollie 