A List of Demands. I demand that people be kinder to me. A woman blends foundation to camouflage her blue/yellow bruises. I swing wildly with the …
Jul09
I speak to
you sometimes
in those moments
before
sunset
or
sunrise,
I feel your closeness
within the sound
of the wind through
the trees.
~
I miss
your gentle quiet ways,
comfortable with silence;
your words of wisdom,
offered tenderly;
your ever present smile,
my own given in return;
your calm ice blue eyes,
that always saw my soul.
~
I was like an island,
surrounded by an
endless ocean
of love you held
in your heart
for me.
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*Note: I was lucky to have this gentle man as my father.
This is a photo of my Dad at the age of 21 shortly after my parents were married. My Dad is looking directly into the lens he always did that. He looked people straight in the eye never looking away. As I got older I noticed it made people uncomfortable, sometimes they’d look away. I remember asking my Dad why that was. His response was two fold, either their lying or hiding something deeper they don’t want you to see.
On a side note: I have a photo of my Mother age 17 in the same setting, apparently taken the same day. however she is actually reading (she loved books) the book.
Wishing my fellow bloggers a Happy Fathers Day to the men who choose to be a Dad, Step Dad, Adopt, or Mentor a child, remember be kind, understanding you are molding who they’ll become.
Always 🌎 ✌🏻 💙 Take care, be safe.
Black is the color of my skin~
the difference
between you and me
Live life without fear my dream~
the difference
between you and me
Matter as a human being~
the difference
between you and me
~~~~~
Willing too accept change
Have love for our diversity
Indifference no longer acceptable
Together we can grow strong
Embrace ‘n respect our differences
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Poem by Leslé Honoré *
The lights are out at the white house
Made with enslaved hands
The lights are out at the white house
Pillar of stolen land
The lights are out at the white house
Because we have been at war
Battlefields soaked with our blood
Enemy from within our shores
The lights are out at the white house
A thousand points of oppression
Millions scream We Can’t Breathe
white supremacy the constant lesson
The lights are out at the white house
We elected a bigoted whore
While hope crumbles
The coward hid in bunker floors
The lights are out at the white house
democracy in darkness
Every time we filled it
With righteousness
It was met with rage
When it was most brilliant
When it’s legacy was change
america answered with a
Fascist clown
So the lights are out at the white house now
justice is in a perpetual sleep
fists reach toward the sky in defiance
Power is the Rhythm of the Protesters’
Marching feet
The lights are out at the white house now
Like the church isn’t pews or steeples
america isn’t the white house
It is an Uprising People
© Leslé Honoré 6/9/2020
*Note: Being from Chicago I became aquatinted with Leslé through a mutual friend (who would share Leslé‘s poetry on Facebook). I sent her a friend request explaining we had a mutual friend and was an admirer of her poetry. Leslé‘s poetry speaks for people of color, it has strength , it has pride, it has pain and it all digs deep into the heart. In time I found her to be a wonderful strong woman of color, who stands up for and serves her community as well. I admire her as a poet, now I admire as well for the beautiful human being she is. The link is to her website if you wish to read more of her poetry.
https://www.leslehonore.com/bio
Please do not reblog this without permission, she is a noted published copyrighted poet.
As always 🌎 ✌🏻 ❤️ we need it in today’s world more than ever.
Malcolm X’s – Police brutality is nothing new, it’s time for systematic change.
I’ve
waited
for
hours
to
see
you
rise,
now
you
play
hide
‘n
seek
among
the
trees,
however,
peek
a
boo
I
see
your
bright
light
shining
through
branches,
such
brilliance
has
no
where
to
hide
in
a
cloudless
sky
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Photo and words by lg/eob
unruly
tangled
bushes,
form
tiny
buds
which
burst
into
flowering
white
splendor,
slowly
will
transition
into tiny
deep azurea
clusters.
patiently
awaiting,
wild
blackberries
tart ‘n
sweet
explosions
upon
the
tongue.
early
summers
tasty
gift.
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Photo and words by lg/eob
