Brother, Lover, Poet, Freelance writer, Son,

To Nikki Giovanni Poetry and rhyme And reason At any season You’re the mother of words

Am I blue? Blues in my soul Carrying the weight of every burde… Of every man and it ain’t no good… My man ain’t no good 'cause he sta…

o write a verse poet, to kinder the soul, to soothe it so, until we can feel every verse put to paper,

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.

We need to press the issue Of what’s wrong in our country Or is the puppets of democracy bli… How they’ll bent backwards to kiss… We need to press the problems

We live moment by moment Time after time, Allotted to us one day after day Until you’ll surely find Time slipping away slowly

Survival In a world that owes you nothing And yet they say they do. Give or take a thousand or two Yeah take NOT give

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

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

In Memory of Dr. Martin Luther… Silent. A voice once spoken of truth, A voice once spoken of justice A voice once raised the roof

The soul of Jazz Where Jazz is soul And the soul of Jazz is within Bringing back the days old Where Jazz was Jazz andJazz was…