How do you see me?
Is it through the same tainted lenses
as your great great grandfather?
Your see to him I was nothing more
Than a piece of property
My life was never viewed as being human
My family stripped from me
Nothing more to him than a Niger Boy
How do you see me?
Is it through the same shaded vision
As your great grandfather?
Where I ‘m not a man of equal standing
The best place for me is hanging from a tree
As my family watches
Yet is never allowed to grieve
How do you really see me?
Is it through the eyes of your grandfather?
Where I’m a man now, but one of Color
Where what I touch is treated as diseased
And my skin tone will rub off like dirt
How do you truly see me?
Is it through the eyes of your Child?
Where my heart is pure, I can make him smile
To him the only thing that matters is the love inside
That I have to give
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
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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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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*-Brittany-*