before her is a wall
It appeared overnightNow she is stuck no way forward
She cant go back
She wont go back
getting past this wall is her only option
touching the cold surface she can feel the vibrations from the other side.The wall surface is smooth as glass
No crevices to help her climb
From East to West the wall travels for miles no end in sight.
Adrenaline pumping in her veins
She starts to dig
clawing at the dirt until her hands bleed
exhaustion is her foe now.
Then as if by magic she notices the shovel She thanks God for this miracle
she digs now with vigor
she has new passion
then she sees it
the wall is cemented
crying in anguish
why is this happening to me? Now panic settles in
Fear replaces passion
no where to go.Using the tool she once thought would save her she smashes the shovel against the wall screaming, crying, venting all of her rage.
then after all her anger has been released.
She rests her head against the wall
using its coolness to wipe away the sweat of anguish. As she breathes
She allows her muscles to loosen
Turning her head
a smile spreads across her face
She sees a crack in the wall.
By Linda Horn
Place it in a box to keep forever
Fearing that the light will leave or change
The light shines through the cracks
You tape up the edges stopping the light from escaping
How long can keep the light captive?
The light continues to shine in the box
It is meant to be shared with the world
To light the way for others
The sides of the box become transparent
As the light changes its prison
Until eventually it is free
Light will not be contained
I want to bring back woman’s work, with a satisfaction and a sense of
Like the details that complete every family gathering.
Because when I clean my house I move to an ancient rhythm, a timeless
Like the woman far away that carries water for miles. we are one.
The river of life.
When I wash the dishes in front of the so familiar picture, I know the
happiness of guarding small moments.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakend by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefullness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
submitted by Darcelle Runciman