I so miss my boxing days but you can’t hit pads with social distancing. Still, the lessons I’ve learned still remain including – “fight when you’re tired.” Photo taken in Brooklyn, NY at the famous Gleason’s Gym. #activism #equality
For me, and perhaps for you other Americans as well, this July 4th has been very different from all the others. I miss being able to travel from “sea to shining shore” to see fireworks, to have BBQ’s that include more family and friends. I miss the president whose mission was to unite us instead of divide us. Tonight before bed, I will watch Hamilton then clothe myself in strength and wake with the determination that America will secure for us a better tomorrow.
Amazing how one can be inspired by reading a child’s picture book. In “Strictly No Elephants,” the children with exotic pets were not allowed into the pet club. So, they build their own club where everyone was welcomed. A great lesson on the feeling of being left out and of acceptance.
This week, in celebration of Juneteenth, I wanted to share a compilation or writers who contributed to our world through their words. Because, unless you haven’t heard –
Black Lives Matter.
Note: The backdrop for these images is the Pan African Flag that symbolizes freedom
Harriet Jacobs was an escaped slave who became an active abolitionist. The story of her pursuit to publish this novel is a lesson for all writers. Read more about her here.
Jessie Redmon Fauset, editor, poet, essayist, novelist, and educator, focused on portraying a true image of African-American life and history.
Writer Zora Neale Hurston, sometimes known as the “Queen of the Harlem Renaissance” grew up in Eatonville, Florida – America’s first town to be incorporated and governed entirely by African Americans. She is perhaps best known for her book, “Their Eyes Were Watching God,” (which I just bought and can’t wait to read) I noticed a movie was made from the novel starring Halle Berry.
Gwendolyn Brooks was the first African American to receive a Pulitzer Prize. In 1950 she received the Pulizer Prize for Poetry for “Annie Allen”.
Nikki Giovanni Jr. (born 1943) is a poet, writer, commentator, activist and educator. She gained initial fame in the late 1960’s as one of the foremost authors of the Black Arts Movement.
Margaret Walker Alexander was part of the African-American literary movement in Chicago known as the Chicago Black Renaissance. Her notable works include “For My People” (1942) which won the Yale Series of Younger Poets Competition and for her Civil War novel, “Jubilee.”
In memory of Emmitt Till, Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd, and too many others.
If this poem resonates with you, please post of your compassion and tag me or leave a comment so I can be filled up with your words Or, feel free to share this one.
“They settle into the seats around me
and make themselves comfortable.
They nudge, prod and poke
but I ignore them.
The memories want me
to pay them attention
to take me somewhere I’ve already been
and don’t care to go back to.
They speed me down the track
faster than this train is accustomed,
faster than I can put a stop to.”
The first memory is safe.
(Edited excerpt from No Hill for a Stepper)📕
The photo was taken a year ago during my visit to Italy.🇮🇹
I do hope, that in reality, this young woman’s memories were good ones.🙏🏽
You know how some poems you write and look back upon you just think, “oh yeah, I remember that one,” ? I wrote The Girl from Yonder several years ago but find it to be timeless and perhaps applicable to most people at one time or the other.
Now that I’m in limbo while waiting for my editor to return my manuscript, I’m writing more poetry and digging up some of the old ones. I have taken the leap into Instagram and find that, somehow, it has pushed me into a new and different form of creativity. Now, I get to do a bit of photoshop and plunk my poetry onto images! 🙂
Don’t worry, dear Word Document. I’ll be back soon enough. 🙂
Disclaimer: No child or pet were harmed during the making of this photo. All are available on Amazon, well, not the kids or the dog. 🙂
One of “my” kids, who just turned three, had NO desire to be part of my shenanigans (smart fella). So “Cole,” my 13 year-old mini Aussie stepped in on the fly. He might be licking his chops but no, he didn’t eat Ten.