You are so right.
But it's more than language.
It's kissing rings
and burying heads in sand
All the whlle pretending to manhood
while fondling a set of butt cheeks.
You know far more poetesses [kind of rolls off the tongue] than I. But you made me recall the poem I heard only once from a black activist poetess in the 1960s that ended with the striking phrase…
"… soon, we be dead." Illustrating the briefness of causes and the need to be urgent if progress is to be made on something like civil rights.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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But it's more than language.
It's kissing rings
and burying heads in sand
All the whlle pretending to manhood
while fondling a set of butt cheeks.
"… soon, we be dead." Illustrating the briefness of causes and the need to be urgent if progress is to be made on something like civil rights.
Ron