Just thought I would share this poem from my book "No Separate Roses II". As we remember Dr. Martin Luther King and commemorate his birthday. Read this poem and remember our ancestors and what they went through just to survive, they were thinking and praying for their children. They only wanted us to have a better life; to be free and happy. Not hooked on drugs and killing one another. Peace.
Twilight in the Hood
By Stephanie Duke
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Twilight in the Hood
By Stephanie Duke
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If it be or if it would, I cannot see it for the woods. Should I stay or should I go? I must feel it through the flow. Twilight in the Hood, I would move it if I could.
Time and time again I hear the haters and the baiters, children; why are you waiters? Don't you hear them calling?
They are calling you from the graves of old yesterday’s, from the time of wailing and sailing across the sea, from a time of uncertainty and fear, a time when a mother held her child all so close and dear.
From the time of the chains and shackles; don’t you hear their whispers? “You are free my sons and daughters, now get back in order.
In the order of God’s plan for you and in the order of your birth and in the order of your worth, stand up and be counted and be proud of where you come from and of whom you are in God. Don’t let what we went through be all for nothing.
For we struggled to survive with the hope that one day our children would be free and alive.”
Twilight in the Hood, I wish I may I wish I might see the first star tonight. What’s that mister did I hear you whisper; two dimes and a coke and a nugget and a rope.
"No Separate Roses II http://www.general-ebooks.com/book/73896066-no-separate-roses-ii-a-collection-of-short-stories-and-poetry-book-2
Time and time again I hear the haters and the baiters, children; why are you waiters? Don't you hear them calling?
They are calling you from the graves of old yesterday’s, from the time of wailing and sailing across the sea, from a time of uncertainty and fear, a time when a mother held her child all so close and dear.
From the time of the chains and shackles; don’t you hear their whispers? “You are free my sons and daughters, now get back in order.
In the order of God’s plan for you and in the order of your birth and in the order of your worth, stand up and be counted and be proud of where you come from and of whom you are in God. Don’t let what we went through be all for nothing.
For we struggled to survive with the hope that one day our children would be free and alive.”
Twilight in the Hood, I wish I may I wish I might see the first star tonight. What’s that mister did I hear you whisper; two dimes and a coke and a nugget and a rope.
"No Separate Roses II http://www.general-ebooks.com/book/73896066-no-separate-roses-ii-a-collection-of-short-stories-and-poetry-book-2
