Autumn Moon

In the midst of the velvet blanket,
Littered with an unobtainable
Amount of glittering, twinkling stars,
It rose above the multicolored trees.
The round, luminous disc sheds
A soft, orange glow onto my skin.
Traveling above the hickoryýs
Outstretched branches,
The resplendent orb emerges
Into full view.

I raise my head:
My upturned face is bathed in
Moonbeams.
(October 2006)
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After the Tempest

Rain drops fell,
Liquid bullets hitting against the windowpane.

Lightning flashed,
Streaking across the rumbling sky.

Thunder rolled,
Its force passing through the earth.

Wild winds blew,
Powerful gusts that sweep up
Natureýs litter: leaves, shrubs, twigs.

The water level rising higher,
higher,
higher...

Rain, lightning, thunder, and winds, getting
Stronger, stronger, STRONGER.

Trees uprooted;
Houses destroyed;
Lives taken.

Flooding.

Disaster.

New Orleans, left a disaster after
Hurricane Katrina swept through.

In the midst this trauma is

Hope.
(October 2006)

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Winter Morning Wonderland

The first ray of sunlight
Peeks between the icicled trees.
As my boots crunch the flaky, powdery snow,
I lift my head towards the sunbeams;
My face is washed in the warmth of the coming day.

The cold wind of a fortnight blizzard
Dwindles to a chilly breeze, and I shiver.
Gusts gently blow piled snow from our Douglass firs,
Forming miniature snowstorms;
The sun turns each granule of snow into a glistening jewel.

My backyard is filled with raccoons, squirrels and chipmunks,
Scampering across the newly laid snow;
Birds perched on bare tree limbs
Twitter their songs to the open blue sky
With only a single round glowing orb, rising.

As the sun's radiance rises above the horizon,
It engulfs the blanket-covered land
With its brilliance:
Until all I see is a glittering, white, snowy
Winter morning Wonderland.
(October 2006)

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Slavery's Bonds

It came across my back
Again and again
The whip sliced through my skin
Leaving cursed scars
The sting was unbearable
A yell erupted in the silence
Was it mine?
I couldn't run
I couldn't hide
It held me in bonds-
Slavery's bonds.

My ancestors were free
In their homeland,
They toiled at their own free will.
But here I am
Working
Forced by pain
Driven by aching limbs
Laboring for false masters.
In the fields we are driven
Like herds of sheep
Or cows
From dawn to dusk
Until we can work no more
Until our hands crack and bleed
And our legs stiffen
Then we return to our cabins
Wearied, but a full day looms tomorrow
With that frame in mind,
We drift into sleep.

I once asked Ma,
'Why do they hate us?'
She once replied,
'The color of our skin'
It is different from theirs,
And they are afraid.'
'But remember, darling,
That your skin and your appearance
Are nothing.
They're nothing compared to
What is in your heart.'
'Never let there insults,
Their torments and
Weapons of hate
Mislead you in the wrong direction.
Remember that,
And you will overcome
And be free.'

We sing songs around the fire
Of freedom
Of yearning
Of escape
And flight.
Of one day,
When the nation arises
And opens their eyes
To the truth
And all of our ancestors
Will be free
And break away -
Break away from
Their confining chains-
Slavery's bonds.

So even as the whip comes down
And I scream
Even as the enforcers yell
And beat
And kill
Even in darkness
And hurt
There is hope in me.
There is hope in us all.
(October 2006)

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