(to Starry) Up Above I see You shining brightly,

O Spirit within me Spirit of the poetry that’s free. Abide in me to write to the people… From my soul of what I truly came… O Spirit in my soul

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

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

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

The night train moves Quickly in the night’s air And the noise from the train Keeps a steady beat lugging home. I gotten a buzz of inspiration

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

Life goes on The mistakes are gone Times of remembrance are past The clock ticks on and on. I was born, I lived, I die,

for in memory of Gwendolyn Brooks You inspire me And touch my very soul Setting my heart and mind free Making poetry valued like gold.

Monday’s child raised up in the mo… Away to school for another day. Tuesday child makes ready for anot… Making the best of what that may c… Wednesday’s child in the middle of