I am in here.
Detroit, 1942 He made a line on a blackboard, one bold stroke from right to left diagonally downward and stood back to ask, looking as always at no one in particular, “What have I done?” From the back of the room Freddie shouted, “You’ve broken a piece of chalk.” M. Degas did not smile. “What … Continue reading M. Degas Teaches Art & Science at Durfee Intermediate School
This is a story handed down.It is about the old days when Billand Florence and a lot of their kinlived in the little tin-roofed housebeside the woods, below the hill.Mornings, they went up the hillto work, Florence to the house,the men and boys to the field.Evenings, they all came home again.There would be talk then … Continue reading Creation Myth
childhood remembrances are always a drag if you’re Black you always remember things like living in Woodlawn with no inside toilet and if you become famous or something they never talk about how happy you were to have your mother all to yourself and how good the water felt when you got your bath from … Continue reading Nikki-Rosa
May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young. May you grow … Continue reading Forever Young
