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Poem 59 – Feasts

Feasts on the shoulder of this drizzle-heavy Sunday morningI rest my head in contemplation my stomach growls hungry for a meal in a fancy restaurantof grand tastes shared with friends who sit close enoughto reach a fork-full of tastes into each other’s mouths Barack and Michelle, Oprah, Micheal, Lawrence, Candice, Irene,Langston, Maya, Toni and Audre… Continue reading Poem 59 – Feasts

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Poem 58 – Make Lists & Learn

Make Lists & Learn Anna Julia CooperMary Church TerrellMary MacLeod BethuneFlorynce “Flo” KennedyByllye AveryAngela Davis this list &others thatfill pages & computerscreens education breeds compassioncompassion spreads lovelove motivates action Research: 33 things every girl should know about women's history: from suffragettes to skirt lengths to the E.R.A edited by Tonya Bolden (Thank you, Rebecca, for giving… Continue reading Poem 58 – Make Lists & Learn

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Poem 54 – We Can, We Will, We Must

“We Can, We Will, We Must”For Annamie Paul, Leader of Canada’s Green Party hers is a voiceepicbraided with mother    grandmotherlegacy – learned & lived advocacyrallying determination with thepassionate grace of a phoenix in flight she’s thundering author of the book of radical   daring    changeshe’s pounding rhythm of We can! We will!We must!the mouthpiece majesty of… Continue reading Poem 54 – We Can, We Will, We Must

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Poem 52 – Headstones on the Potomac Shore

Headstones on the Potomac Shore The Potomac coughs up headstonesfrom the Columbian Harmony Cemetery. Heavy slabs of memories choke on a storythat won’t stop repeating its violent conflicts. The bodies of 37,000 black residents uprootedreburied – names replaced with the silence of sold markers. For 60 years Keckley, Fleetwood, Shadd and moresix feet under footsteps… Continue reading Poem 52 – Headstones on the Potomac Shore

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Poem 49 – The Poet for Phillis Wheatley Peters

The PoetFor Phillis Wheatley Peters age sevenseized in Senegalsentenced to slaveryone tender body ina shipment of shame under a robe of dirty rugslender child nearly nakedsuffering the vived changein climate and freedom –shivers the ship captain in hasteher frailty no reason tostutter sells her tothe Bostonian Wheatly whites before dusting but after dishes –reading and… Continue reading Poem 49 – The Poet for Phillis Wheatley Peters