Gloomy skies with dark clouds abov… Where rain was every where And I am here lying in bed Sleeping, slumbering into a dream Unknown journeys of twist and turn…

I am not pretty I am not fat, I am not tall enough, Too short, To thin,

I am trippin’ off of you And the things that you do, And the way you talk, The way you talk, Baby it’s such a delight

Brother, Lover, Poet, Freelance writer, Son,

The March winds blow As we take a breath From winter’s spell And I was told Like a lion it roars

Beautiful faces From every shade of color From every span of the globe From every walk of life From every generation

Because I care Enough to say enough, Even though times are so rough As society tries to bring me As society tries to bury me

a social commentary Among the vast of the sea and land Where a nation is born, Where a nation arises from the ash… Upon other large shoulders.

Good evening Mr. and Miss Americ… We interrupt your lives for the fo… Your president has just ordered ou… Mothers are in prayer but not so m… Of the unknown death that’s over o…

to Tice, Sherry, Pat, Simone, Ma… Girls to the end No matter what No matter how, We are sisters to the very end

Summer rain— Falling from the skies, Summer rain— Pouring on my window pane, Summer rain—

in memory of the children of South… Freedom! Lifted out of the ashes and into a… A river of joy A river of peace.

I sing a morning song That the robins do sing. I sing a morning song That you hear the church bells rin… I sing a morning song