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This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy

He was skipping along, swinging his arms and laughing
At what I don't know.
His grandmother, lagging a few steps behind, was laughing at him I suppose.
And I thought to myself, she loves him, she does,
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
He stopped when he got to the corner and waited for me to turn right.
A smile crossed his lips,
As he waved at me - at me and my shabby old car.
And when I had passed him, he started to prance quite merrily on his way.
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
The confidence of youth flowed joyfully through him,
Just looking at him made me smile.
And you know what I did?  I pulled to the curb and parked my silly old car.
I watched for a while as he started to run and then charge on out of sight.
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
How old he was then, I'm really not sure, Maybe five, maybe six,
Not yet Seven.
But ageless his quest to embrace this life whatever might come his way.
A sadness crept into my heart just then for I knew life would never be fair to
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.
It will be harder for him to be special.  The color of his skin will not help.
I wish I could be there
To tell him be careful, stay safe in this white man's domain.
But maybe the people he'll meet in his life will let him be just who he is
This Beautiful Brown Eyed Boy.

Copyright © Betty Robinson | Year Posted 2021



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Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly

What if we'd met at Jackson Memorial in the neonatal ward,
Placed ever so gently, side by side, facing the outside world?
And our parents and relatives and friends they had
Giggled thru an over sized window
And waved and pointed and cooed at us,
Two tiny babies in little pink blankets with silly hats on our heads.
The joy of our grandparents.  The meaning to life.
Heirs to the family misfortunes.
We Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly went home to be loved by all.
And walking and talking and learning to trust
Were taught in our childhood years.
And you learned to sing, "Amazing Grace"
At the A.M.E Church on the corner
And I learned to sing, "Amazing Grace"
At the Baptist church on the square.

We gossiped together each morning and "double dutch-ed" at lunch.
You angled me through geometry class as I read you through English Lit.
I cheered when you made cheerleader and you cried when I didn't.
We laughed when I made Homecoming Queen,
Went to Macy's and picked out a dress.
Then the day finally came, with diplomas in hand,
Throwing caution to the wind,
We Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly plunged into the outside world.
And through the years, no matter what, we stayed friends to the bitter end.
As husbands came and husbands went and the world grew up around us.
We loved and prayed and raised our babies.
We shared our families' misfortunes.
Together we sang "Amazing Grace" when people we loved went Home.
And never once in all that time did we ever look askance
That you are a woman of color and I am some shade of white.

Copyright © Betty Robinson | Year Posted 2021

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Friendship

Did you come into my life for a Moment
When a veil of friendship drifted on a breeze?
With a soul's felt smile between us
Did we make each other's day?

Did you come into my life for a Season
To share the wonderment of Spring?
When the darkness comes and my sun goes out
Will you then be on your way?

Or, did you come into my life for a Lifetime
To forever laugh and cry with me?
'Cause I'm here for you in this Lifetime
And with you, my friend, I'll ever be.

Copyright © Betty Robinson | Year Posted 2021

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Pandemic Stew

Let's do dinner tonight at the Covid 19, the hottest new restaurant in town.
We won't need a face mask, we'll sit with a crowd and dine on Pandemic Stew.
We'll start with a creamy White Supremacist Broth served with Storm Trooper 
Croutons
And then there's a cocktail of rare Racial Strife heaped up on a bed of Brutality Ice.
For dessert, there's an End of Democracy Cake infused with Suppressions to Vote,
From the bar we can order a Vodka con Putin dumped into a large Diet Coke.
There's no entertainment, the band has left town but there's reruns of Trump Photo Ops.
There's a two for one special that's running this week, no need for cash on The Spot 
'Cause the sign on the door makes it perfectly clear, "Your Soul of America card Welcomed here".
Shall we go there tonight to the Covid 19 and dine on Pandemic Stew
And not wear a face mask and sit with a crowd?
Depends on what life means to you - it's to die for!!

Copyright © Betty Robinson | Year Posted 2021

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On Losing My Friends

A fog moved in as we floated on a raft in the middle of a dark ocean
and friends began dropping off the raft into the sea and swimming towards land I could not see.  And I wanted to go with them but I was afraid and then I tried but something held me back and plunged me from the raft onto the bottom of the ocean were I stayed for awhile, drowning, until a molasses fog wrapped itself round me and we floated slowly to the surface and huddled together mourning, waiting for morning to come.

Copyright © Betty Robinson | Year Posted 2021



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Ever Me

How did this happen?  Did someone ask me?
No they didn't.  No warning.  Not one!
They could have sent emails or maybe a tweet hinting,
"5o years young you are not."
Well, I guess there were warnings,
Ads sent in the mail like for hearing aids, stool softeners and such.
But nobody asked my permission, I'm sure.
It's not written down anywhere. 

And you better believe my reply would have been,
"Forget it!  Not ever!! Not ME!!!
'Cause you know what would happen?  I know this is true,
I'd not stay the me that is ME.

And slowly and surely and sadly you'd hear,
"SHE WAS..." What?  Forget it, SHE IS!
So don't you go looking at a place for this mom
Never call me, Miss Minnie, my friend!

Just laugh at my jokes and remember I'm wise.
You've not heard the best of me yet.
I'll keep my hair red and my nails a nice blue
'Cause my heart and my soul like it so.
Let me live out my life in the way I know best,
Never young.  Never old.  Ever ME!

Copyright © Betty Robinson | Year Posted 2021

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Join In The Magic

How can you listen to "Freedom Ring" when all you hear is your voice?
How can you cheer and stand up for a cause when all you believe in is you?
Turn down your volume; listen my friend to the joy and the pain of the world.
Forget the me-ism that's holding you back
Go search for why you are here.
Join in the magic this world has to share
For the meaning of life is out there.

Copyright © Betty Robinson | Year Posted 2021

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To Find a Smiling Face

There must be a place to find a smiling face,
To share some joy each day just in being.
Never, though I search, through this scary place
Is there just one smile I'm seeing.
Will I ever find a place where I belong,
Where faces smile 'stead of frowning?
Is it really me who's always in the wrong?
Oh why, oh why don't I belong?

Different I may be, but how are they to see
When never do they try to know me?
Can't they ever see, when they look at me,
Someone wanting to belong?
Silly tricks I play, are just to find a way
To show them I'm alive and breathing.
Deep within my heart, I live alone, apart.
Oh why, oh why don't I belong?

There must be somewhere
Someone who'd really care
And see beyond this mask I'm wearing.
Magic that I do, all my powers too
I would gladly give to you.
If you'd only love me,
If you'd only hold me,
Maybe just a smile would do it.

There must be a place to find a smiling face
And know at last that I belong.




Copyright © Betty Robinson | Year Posted 2021