More Than a Fact;A Truth
those who hope for hope-after an eternity-are entiled to do so
only if they have measured that which has the power to absure hope
only if they have lived in the shadow of utter denial
after time a weariness like molten lead begins to settle in the veins and the brain
a germ of hope stays alive in your heart
you would rather prefer to disbelieve than acknowledge
trying to pursuade the world the stories they hear aren't true but they are
the journey will be not be quick
if you never inhabitated the innermost circle of hell you can never know what its like there
your dreams turned into nightmares
daughters of a man born into slavery and produced by a woman of mixed race
born free but vaguly remembers what it meant to be colored children in the ninteenth century
growing up sheltered privilged status
harlem
james weldon johnson cab colleway
an era which hearth and home defined a women's place
have the times really changed has our way of thinking
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
