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.
Let Today Begin the Healing Process!
Why Did the Dream Become a Nightmare?
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!
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.
Rainbows of Hope!
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 →
Race Fear: OctPoWriMo 2019, Day 25
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.
The Costs of Not Remembering Our History
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 →
When Hope is Gone, What’s Left?
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 →
Be Careful What You Say
Children ask questions About "different" people. Your answers matter. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #237: Answer and Question.
Teaching Respect is Vital!
Looking yesterday at the picture of a Native American Vietnam veteran being harassed by a group of young boys, I felt such sorrow. What is taught to children through the media, at school, and at home impacts not just the student and the teacher, but everyone who comes in contact with that child. It was... Continue Reading →
How Far We Have Come
Douglas and I were headed to the grocery store, when I spotted a sight that seemed so incongruous to me: cotton fields. On both sides of the road were fields of white that looked as though it had snowed. It was a beautiful sight, one that really touched my soul, not because of the whiteness... Continue Reading →
