When June comes dancing o’er the death of May, With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, And mating thrushes ushering in her day, And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest, I always see the evening when we met– The first of June baptized in tender rain– And walked home through the wide streets, gleaming … Continue reading
oh antic God return to me my mother in her thirties leaned across the front porch the huge pillow of her breasts pressing against the rail summoning me in for bed. I am almost the dead woman’s age times two. I can barely recall her song the scent of her hands though her wild hair … Continue reading
And God stepped out on space, And he looked around and said: I’m lonely– I’ll make me a world. And far as the eye of God could see Darkness covered everything, Blacker than a hundred midnights Down in a cypress swamp. Then God smiled, And the light broke, And the darkness rolled up on one … Continue reading
Thou who are Blacker … Continue reading
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently, Dark like me- That is my dream! To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance! … Continue reading
We have the responsibility to carry the fire. Whether it’s in our stomachs or on the ends of our torches. Amiri Baraka (1934-2014), Poet, Playwright, Scholar Continue reading
On this day in 1866, they came Despite being pelted by rocks and assailed with racist diatribes, they came Working during the day for lessons at night, they came Walking barefoot, they came Ranging in ages from 7 to 70, they came They came to the Fisk School More than 100 years later, I came … Continue reading
This is for the kids who die, Black and white, For kids will die certainly. The old and rich will live on awhile, As always, Eating blood and gold, Letting kids die. Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi Organizing sharecroppers Kids will die in the streets of Chicago Organizing workers Kids will die … Continue reading
Make a difference about something other than yourselves. Toni Morrison, Author, Professor, Nobel Laureate Continue reading
At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. Toni Morrison, Author, Professor, Nobel Laureate Continue reading
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