to Tice, Sherry, Pat, Simone, Ma… Girls to the end No matter what No matter how, We are sisters to the very end
(to Starry) Up Above I see You shining brightly,
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.
in memory of Lisa 'Left Eye’ Lop… In hopes that your sleep Will be the best ever A sleep that’s eternal In hopes your soul be at rest.
Why is there no love? One voice, One people, One God, One faith
Yet we are free From slavery’s chains, And chains that bind them together What about the mental freedom you… Freedom of slave master’s whips
A SOCIAL COMMENTARY BLACK IS MY SKIN TAR BABY... SAMBO
o write a verse poet, to kinder the soul, to soothe it so, until we can feel every verse put to paper,
and they took up wings to fly. Please, don’t cry for me, You don’t need to shed a tear, Just put those tears in a bottle t… And let it sail to the nearest oce…
Nighttime love Daytime dreams while Afternoons delights us And the evening rolls on and on Until the next cycle
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
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…
To Mary J. Blige Sister, you’re gone through hell a… We know from what we heard but you… Of the drama playing like a daytim… Or like a bad card being dealt dis…
