In 1933 the prison door swung wide and
Freedom settled on me like afternoon dust.
Twenty years
Twenty dollars
Evening coming on and
Twenty miles to town
Barefoot
No shoes big enough for my big ole feet
New freedom suit too tight, too short
An old colored gent in a half-dead Ford
gave me a ride to town and
We carried a new bottle of Jack Daniels
down to the riverbank and
The sun hung gold across the water
You out for good?
Out for damn good
All my days are mine now
and I laughed the sun
down out of the sky.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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