Bury It (Brandy Goodman Poem #1) Buried beneath the Hate Lies the root of it all All the Hurt and Pain It’s where the tears fall The Hurt is just too much, The Pain sharp as a knife Bury it, bury it all Hate and…

Taking your voice And giving it – but not away To others Who are less fortunate And can’t afford To have their own Yours will be heard Will echo – far Carrying their lives That some of them Live not by choice

The early morning fog was like thin milk hanging over the cliffsAnd the cold air filled my lungs like breathingthrough a cloud. I always liked the early morrning stillnesslike a giftthe world was giving for the early birds But that morning,the quiet was interrupted bythe…

My eyes are still groggy looking And my head is promising that today is probably gonna be a foggy one. Ooh, the joys of post traumatic head injury migraine. I had a perfect plan and good intentions aplenty… For a great night’s rest and a…

She was there to smash through a dismal wall A soul determined to push through it all When the vice of despair reached everywhere She threw me a lifeline out of a nightmare A positive attitude to soothe the fearsome beast A joyful spark to…

She was there during my darkest days when I was afraid of my own shadow, I wouldn’t have left the basement if she wasn’t a writer. She gave me advice that I pinned to my mind. She brought me with her on her walks. She…

Black Conversations To be clear I don’t want your sympathy or your empathy. What I need is the life that was promised to me when my spirit was placed into my mother’s womb. A life of discovery, patience, vitality with freedom to love hard, live…

Diplomatic not dramatic Says what she means With decorum and grace Coaches with compassion Helps you save face A runner that finishes the race.

my first time seeing Jane Goodall a young thing making contact struck dumb by her courage by her brilliance

Once upon a time   I had a fairy godmother. She rescued me, but I was never a princess. From my anger she wove resolve. Despair became strength.   Her wings were a jet plane’s: She rode with me to loneliness then sent me home…