My eyes filled with tears, Holding you in my hands. A sensation gripped my soul, As I felt my heart expand. I seemed to be someone new, No longer just like any other. I knew you would depend on me, For I was now someone's mother. I called you my Black knight, Your dark skin... Continue Reading →
College fCollage from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt The assignment from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt for April 12, 2020 is to write a poem or prose using the collage above as the prompts. Away from the ordinariness of my life, I allowed my other selves free reign. I became a... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt Caitlin looked at her son, Jeremy, as he entered her home, and she just shook her head. She was so ashamed at the way he was dressed and he smelled of alcohol. She thought, "I never had alcohol in our home, so how could a child of... Continue Reading →
You know me so well! Almost like I live in you. We have become one! Written for the Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. The prompt is Intimacy.
The beauty that should capture one's soul Comes from within a person, one who knows How to make others feel valued and of worth, That our very presence is a gift to the earth. This beauty is infused by the wondrous light Of one who has learned through their plight That we all share a... Continue Reading →
To see the beautiful boats, Lined up like an armada. Ready for doing their duty, From a simple sail to a regatta. Such peace it brings to me, Standing and admiring each one. I love to see the fishing ships come in, Knowing their work has been done. With a flock of gulls following, Hoping... Continue Reading →
Her name was Pat, and she was my supervisor when I was hired in 1974 at the telephone company in Atlanta, Georgia. She was a hard task-master, determined to show that, as the first black woman given a supervisory position over white males, she was capable of doing the job. My complaint against her was... Continue Reading →
Tattooed on my body are the struggles I have survived, These marks define what I believe to be true. They tell the world that I have overcome mountains, And in succeeding, my strength has been renewed. Scissored from my life are the fears that kept me Afraid to ascend to the heights of whom I... Continue Reading →
Not many people would consider a comb and brush set as the tools of a superhero, but they were for me. I was in the fourth grade, all of nine years old, and my mother worked through the night, never home when my sister and I left for school. We had to get dressed by... Continue Reading →
