Frosty eyes of hate. The light glints off your weapons. I won't be afraid! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #341: frost and glint. On this day we celebrate the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King's holiday, I am reminded that, even in the face of weapons, they marched. Seeing those weapons at... Continue Reading →
Posted for the One Liner Wednesday Challenge from Linda G. Hill. I saw this and remembered some of the images from the Capital riots, and I thought the same applies to the United States. The only solution to South Africa's crisis is for whites to accept blacks as human beings." The Right Reverend Desmond Tutu,... Continue Reading →
I have lived in the United States all of my nearly 69 years, and never once have I felt the need to overcome my fear of hurting someone to purchase a gun. But, the atmosphere in America today, the blatant hate rhetoric in the Unitd States gives me pause for reflection on whether this may... Continue Reading →
The morrow has come. May love between races surge. Let's heal our nation. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge. The prompts are Morrow and Surge.
My youngest great-grandchild and me. I hope the Dream will become real in her lifetime. On the 57th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech, the headlines are filled with news of protests against racial injustice and fears for our black sons and daughters. I had so hoped that with the... Continue Reading →
I'm American! Why must I face racism? Please, God, let it change! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #311: Change and face.
Photo by Raine Nectar at Pexels.Com I saw a rainbow glowing beyond the horizon, And it stirred in me a hope that I had lost. It made me realize that sometimes we forget That freedom and love come at a heavy cost. It is a payment that everyone must share Across the generations and space... Continue Reading →
Dark skin, Beautiful one, God made. Not white, Still of value, God loved. I’m scared, In my country, God kept. Written for the OctPoWriMo 2019 Challenge, Day 25. Prompt for today is White, and the form of poem a musette.
Eating shortbread cookies and drinking a soda, While standing among the cannons of war, I listened to a guru on the Civil War explain My freedoms that so many young men died for. I could almost feel their spirits and see them As clearly as if they were standing beside me. And it brought me... Continue Reading →
I read a quote by a young, black intellectual who believed that full racial equality would never happen in America. He felt the opposite of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in regards to the Dream ever being realized. The sense of hopelessness struck me forcefully, for when hope is gone, what is left? When a... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 