A Poem Walks In Confidence

When a poem speak in confidence That is how I walked the street of Brooklyn me, a poem of mystery, a bite senility in my sensate world: I know that my pride, can over shadow Never ride ones pride. Especially when the price of victory is high but so are the rewards. Did our former leader congratulate the new President? Maybe I missed that too, pride is born in the heart Ego is born in the mind: today is November 10th 2020: My job can be so frustrating at times, during these times of uncertainty I have to push on to have a joyful moment at the work place Give thank in all circumstances, but I will never uttered That is God work: it was because of my inner fears. That led me to stay as long as I did at the seafront: The world feels lighter these days, Satan power is lessening, Death has lost its sting ( 1 Corinthians 15:55 For the first time in this country A black female is the vice president of America And what bring a smile on my face, She attend the same college as my younger daughter Howard University.. Thumps up ! When I was a teenager, I went swimming late one night In the cold water down the harbor Road, A poem was created that night, little did I knew Here I am rehashing those memories….. A happy mood clouds our judgement Words, words, images and the truth Michael might not remember, but I remember, The city lights and the whispering of the wind: My shivering slender body was a poem inside and out: When my poems speak in confidence, I walk, the walk In the street of Brooklyn..