And always has a smile

Life is crowded of people everywhere

Love came and the day was filled with joy

I saw it and smiled again

My heart feels free.

Love is here

within passion and thrill comes

And I yearn old loves

the felicity was there.

Unexpectable like the weather

it came and said good morning and good night

Deeply in love I am.

Felicity is bottomless and will not go

Love is light to the dark

I feel no fear

I see it clean and broad

for which I would sacrifice

Love is all 

Yes im in love

and it sets me free.                                    This poem was inspired by Maya Angelou, the poem is called "Touched by An Angel". 

And still I stand  by: shyteria guy-Brown

You may know about my history 

With your ungrateful, unforgivable ways

You may base me off all the lies

But still like a tree, I'll stand

Does my appearance hurt you?

Why are you so upset?

because I walk with my chest high

Around the town 

Just like a mother and her child

Minding their own, not worried about a thing

Still I stand 

Do you want to see me hurt

With scars all over

Pleading and begging for your mercy

Weakened by my cries

Does my enlightenment offend you?

Take it how you want

because I laugh at the way you think you treat me, 

Because you don't hurt me.

You may call me names

You may hurt me

You may try to offend me 

But still like a house I'll stand 

Does my beauty make you cry?

Does it hurt to see me? 

 I walk to the beat 

Of my own beating drum

 Does it make you mad?

Out of the huts  history lies

I stand

Up from a from a past 

That's dressed in shame 

I stand

I'm black excellence at its finest 

Walking proud and tall

Leaving behind all negativity 

That you may bring my way 

I stand

Into nightfall a night full 

Of stars 

I stand

Bringing joy and laughter 

Everywhere I go 

I stand 

I stand

I stand    

May the Fighter By: Dynesty Floyd 

I saw someone very inspirational one day,

And only fighters would understand the chore;

It was a fighter falling to her knees to pray,

And the unbearable struggle was no more.

Yet there is still some hurt,

In a tough day you may be blued;

And though pain and struggle she felt,

She had fought until she was renewed.

The people were asking to be lead,

And to be treated as one;

`Oh, for I haven’t finished my own journey the young fighter said,

Alas! I will teach you once I’ve won.

She viewed her fight as to hard to bare,

She said (I wish my fight was already due),

`Tis I’ll fight on and my story, i'll share,

But, not everyone will love her, this she knew.

O then, she fought on until she shined bright as day

But see after, her life was extremely bliss,

That even when her hairs turned grey

She fought until she got through this.

And what’s in store she may not know

She will always fight for what’s right any day,

While others may give up, though

Around me I see a fighters as strong as May

 The poem I imitated is called Poverty by Jane Taylor 

The human sponge captures sunlight

Resulting in a toast

Spectacles sizes like the sun, asking silently,

To the walking money.

Dirtying the sidewalks,

Barely covered with clothes.

The color of blood shined on their only source of transportation

Viciously investigating for a open door

An exit simply to lead to the better life.

People who only speak for help, fear is near

Fear, not pleasant to have 

Hidden in the latched gates

Dangered to come across a new being

Disagreeing with the opinion of them standing by us.

Afraid of your doings,

The ones you abuse in the a mad cruel action.

Comparing them to the floor you walk on

This is where you stomp on.

Beautiful paint, leaving humans in need

Need, knocks out tranquility

Tranquility subtracts needs

Producing fairness that should be a priority.      

 This poem was inspired by Sonali Shah's poem, "Peace Or Poverty".

I once had a grown man say,

Shaping vases out of clay

Into subtle forms sublime,

“Listen, son, good things take time.”

All my life I’ve thought of this 

When a task was lacking happiness

When the work seemed awfully difficult

And  I thought I’d had enough

So I’d give a little more

To what sometimes seemed a routine;

And you know, without a doubt,

Good things always came about.

This imitation poem is inspired by “Suzie Bitner Was Afraid of the Drain”

By Barabara Vance at SuzieBitner.com

 

Kids are born with clean ears, minds, n eyes

Huge smiles to all and warmth manners

Racism is forced from supremacist

Who has a negative and hateful disease 

A disease that is spreaded to little ones, so innocent

To have those words in their head

To the fellow brothers and sisters

Don't be mad at the little ones with the disease 

Be mad at the ones that give them the disease

My black brothers and sisters we can kill

This disease by healing this disease with love 

And calm feels to the ones who have not been shown

Different, we have the same blood so why not act like it. 

                                                                                                                                       This imitation poem is inspired by "Taught Racism"                                                                                                                                                                                                                       By Willow Moon Pearce                                                                                                             

Still alone

 This imitation poem was inspired by Sappho's "Lonliness"

Within my teenage days

Using my lessons saying

Black people are powerful

I dreamed of being

The next MJ

And proclaim "Never say never, because limits, like fears, are often just an illusion"�

Or" if you accept the expectations of 

others, especially, negative ones, then you

Never will change the outcome"�

Or Muhammad Ali and constantly fight for African American's

And declare "hating people 

Because of their color is wrong. And it 

Doesn't matter which color does the hating.

It's just plain wrong�".

Then as an young adult

I became more clear and said

I will become

An ICON.                                                                                                                                                  Inspired by : Dreams by NIKKI GIOVANNI