Haiku Whiffs of floral scent fills the twilight garden path A bird sings her song.

I won’t give up I’ve never been a quitter If you ask my mother thinking thoughts like that are surely a sin We will all win So long as we keep pushing until the end But just right now, a nap would be good though….

Muscles ripple through gleaming skin Beads form and sweat trickles Down a furrowed brow. Each move shows the ache In the overstretched sinew From the strain of the oar And the burden of your toils What keeps you going, sailor? What heartache pumps your blood?…

In this 5th hour I feel the need to say I am a black woman With black children Who matter to me. In this, the 5th hour… It is important that you see My black family is just as important as all you have produced…