What an occasion – a Washington inauguration,
A second one of the first US President,
Of color. The occasion more than merely exciting,
Memorial,
Historic,
Groundbreaking!
A Chi-Town girl of color,
A participant, an honoree:
She was –
Young,
Gifted, and
Black.
She went home, to be heard from never again,
Gunned down,
Like stalked prey.
In the street.
The reaction? We shook our heads:
“What a shame”.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
A Chi-Town man,
[Three] decades long,
Taught,
Encouraged,
Molded,
Hugged,
Excited,
Dozens of Chi-Town’s kids,
His/Their work, discipline, talent,
Exposed nationally,
Their Angelic voices,
Exciting,
Memorable,
Premiered.
Chi-Town, merely days afterward,
Again,
Enveloped violently; massively.
The message? Evil speaks.
“You can have your pretty talented little back girls”,
“You can have your decades long workers”, . . . but,
I got this!!!
The message? For evil to flourish, all it takes,
Is for many good Men/(Wo)men to do,
Nothing. Alfreda Williamson, ©9/20/2013
Categories:
alfreda, society, spiritual, , memorial,
Form: Free verse
PARENT, PROPHET
©By AlFreda Williamson, 2/18/04
Parent, Prophet.
You don’t know?
You don’t think so?
Think again,
My friend.
A little girl, in shorts of blue,
Heard you talk; yes she heard you.
In a little halter of white,
Heard you say, “girls are alright”,
But, give you boys.
She heard a noise.
What did you think?
Did you hear her heart,
Sink.
And the sunlight, bright,
Is still the present light,
After many years of days and night,
Still shine on that day,
When parent, prophet,
Had to say,
That she was merely, okay,
Merely,
Okay,
Today.
As you,
Prophet,
Parent,
Had your say. . .
Categories:
alfreda, introspection,
Form: Blank verse
MID NIGHT
©by Alfreda Williamson, January 1, 2004
Mid night;
the middle;
the center;
halfway through.
the night,
and the day.
Isn’t it funny?
The new day begins at mid night,
the middle of the night,
in the midst of the night.
The new day begins at dark,
in the dark.
A new day, begins . . .
in darkness,
A new beginning starts
in darkness,
when we cannot see it,
when we might not imagine it,
Cloaked in the darkness.
The light of day,
begins,
. . . in the dark of night.
The dawn of tomorrow’s day,
starts,
in the mid night.
of,
the darkness,
of yesterday’s day.
Categories:
alfreda, inspirational, day,
Form: Prose Poetry
TIME CATCHING
©Alfreda Williamson, 6/29/12
Spring’s first day . . .
blustery, blowing,
as cold as
Winter’s first blast.
Until . . .
as hot as, blazing,
relentless,
Summer’s sun.
Then . . .
as I stood in,
the midst of the seasons.
I felt it,
ever so softly, almost imperceptibly,
a brushing against my cheek,
a landing on my bare feet,
that I almost could not feel.
Just,
one, tiny,
yellow leaf,
that I saw in my mind’s eye . . .
frantically, decidedly,
swirling speedily to the ground,
as if heralding,
Autumn.
____________________
TIME, catching up to itself.
SEASONS, catching up to themselves,
All at once . . .
time’s flying,
compressing,
Winding up.
Categories:
alfreda, mystery,
Form: Prose Poetry