she is a great mind
inspired by her mother's eyes
those same eyes that never allowed themselves
to be seen swollen
or welled up with tears
her ears only heard words
of encouragement
from the womb to the pew
beauty salon to school
her black girl pain
comforted with love
she does indeed know her beauty
they are the greatest minds
the drumline of the number 23 bus
marching on from city squares
to college quads
nonchalantly
they trod though snow
and street memorial scenes
and never eva eva eva
let go of their dreams
because i'm a dreamer
i am a great mind
and so are you
albeit far from
the kind to stand in line
and beg for time
until our ears are blind
and eyes become deaf
i am bereft of breath
when there's no hope left
yet, we keeps it moving
hope is my middle name, yo
poise is my sustenance
you can keep on getting by
but we about to make it happen.
word is bond
1 comment:
until our ears are blind
and eyes become deaf
AWESOME lines! :o)
from one dreamer to another... i loved the piece in it's entirety.
from one poet to another... i'm smiling from having stumbled upon poetics today. thank you, for that!
peace! love!
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