Black Lives Always Matter (hour 19, prompt 19)

We’re far too many to be silenced Though we only need one voice We’re going to make a difference We’re not giving them a choice Black lives always matter Each and every one And we’ll never stop our movement Until real change is being done….

Poetry Marathon Submission #3

Injustice in America Form: The Bop Ann WJ White When a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence; but for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature. I squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated, a white bread girl against a tide…

Poem 8

She was my closest friend, My dearest companion, My strongest support. She was my fiercest competitor, My most frequent confrontation, My harshest critique. My sister, my friend -h.e.m.

Death to Self (Hour 6)

DEATH TO SELF I see, hear and feel the truth, but it does not set me free. Rather, it pricks my heart with a finely cut dagger. I miss the you’s through out my life, all those I’ve had to say goodbye to. Why? Why…

4. Cash-Face Song

WE are all docile cash-faces, They knead us with the hard cash, They, the dashing southern ready money, We labor as they list; For them we speak—or hold our means, For them we turn and twist. We join them in their wherewithal against Free funds…

I. Sailing on the Winds of Change

My mother didn’t have apron strings for me to hold onto, She had a noose firmly fitted around my neck. I spent my life waiting for the chair beneath me to suddenly disappear. I played my role perfectly. I let her take all my money,…

Summer of Change

Driving through the lush green valleys, Newborn babe in tow, All we owned and all we were, Stowed away and traveling forth. Summer’s faded end was nearing. A symbol of our journey, A new leaf, a new page, a new book. The end of an…

One metmorphisize fits all

Happily-ever-after mythology only prefacing the sequel continuing the saga tacking on the index onto volume one having read this scene from life movies writing, rewriting the books playing déjà vu-all-over-again never more than countless times here-we-go-again monotony of changing times same cast of characters different…

Flaming Edge

Poem Five for the Hour Five he invented the pendulum of change welcomes each difference to create kaleidoscope of men’s healing grounds he is a matchstick lighting candles of small words of the small worlds he is a street corner of philosophy son of S.A.P.-Socrates,…