Poems & Poetry
I am a poet at heart. I have been writing poetry since I was seven years old. It has given me a voice since I grew up a natural introvert.
The poems below are on various subjects from slavery to my grandfather's death. I dedicated the poem January to him. He will always live in my heart. I hope you enjoy these poems. Please feel free to leave your feedback in the comment section below.
Slave child
She step into the open
The woods behind her
Her shadow followed
The dark night sky
With the wind at her
Feet
She kept moving
Through the knee deep muscadine
She picked some on her journey
Twenty miles away from torture
She reached a safe house among the
Tree's
Tear drops
The pain seem palpable
As the clock ticked midnight
He moved around his bed
Unable to sleep
Nightmares stain his
Conscience
A web of lies cover
his journal of despair
He is not happy here
January
The cold silent air against
Her face
The pale grey sky above
Her shoulders
January no dice
Has been rolled
No games played
She is confounded
Her shyness returns
As the cannons are stacked in
The distance
Her voice is a whisper
The flag paint the
casket a familiar face
Now lies in.
