Tragedy has often been the impetus for great literary work in America, and this moment joins a list long and heavy with the wealth of love and spirit and expression in the history of our words and our writing.
All this death, such tragic passing Makes me wonder if the caged bird Should shriek louder Death is not freedom to a tortured soul Suicide is not a gateway to celestial Cancellation of debt Life is a circle Death is the meeting of points But the journey from point Birth On the orbital path of existence To the final stop of Death Can be peaceful Tortured souls just feel All the bumps along the road And forget that vehicles Outfitted with shock absorbers Even stop more precisely And smoothly God, grant me the serenity To aid the hurting While I walk my walk Without succumbing to their grievous Hurts
Four beautiful ladies gave my last blog post some great comments and opened a few questions that I'll ask individually over the course of the week (thank you, sistas!). This is not a single-gender question: I EXPECT MY BROTHERS TO SHOW THEIR STRENGTH ON THIS ONE! The question of the day is my subject line: is the consummate Black Man that women often write powerful poetry and pen silky-smooth erotica to describe/glorify/worship a REAL MAN? Does EVERY sister want the Corporate Ruler with strong street swagger? Are blue-collar men some step DOWN to our women?
Please remember that we're here in POSITIVITY as well as in TRUTH. My blog will never be a place to demean or libel anyone. We all need an oasis in the desert.
