Mother, A Cradle To Hold Me
It is true
I was created in you.
It is also true
That you were created for me.
Published: February 2020
One of the celebrations that takes place during February is Black History Month. It’s a time to celebrate the accomplishments of African Americans. The world of poetry has been touched by these individuals. Poets like Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou have helped to encourage, influence, and change the world with their words.
It is true
I was created in you.
It is also true
That you were created for me.
You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.
Truely inspirational poem. This is the cry of present time that it is the 21st century and people are still struggling for equality, which is far from reach for many.
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When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Reading this poem was very heartfelt and personal. Maya Angelou has always been my favorite author of all times, but reading this particular poem reminds me of my grandmother who I was lucky...
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
I have also lost a son, a baby boy. Back then I was very grieved by that experience. I was told by people that loved me and helped support me to quickly heal and get over the way I felt, even...
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I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
This poem was in a textbook of mine from the sixth grade. As a child, it resonated with me. It inspired me to write poetry. As a child, educated by white folk, I had no idea who Langston...
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Maya Angelou may be dead, but her kids' poems are forever! Long live the kids' poetry of Maya Angelou!
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.
Everyone is born for a purpose, but we forget that in pursuit of money. Then God gifted me with poetry and uses it as a medium to educate people, and in each of my poems there is a story...
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
A wonderful poem by Langston Hughes, some dreams drift off with the morning mist, others come through if one persists.....
A dream differed is a dream put on hold
until the time comes for...
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