Beginning a somber day She stares through a stained glass library window–listening for a voice of no expectations He, as anointed grace, answers the spirit She receives his exhale: “How are you?”
In “Let America Be America Again, #LangstonHughes implores to “[l]et it be the dream it used to be.
The boy: Till: the child-
Lessons often rest in the words of historical fore-parents like DuBois. Revisit the “why” of higher education–the “why.” Cornel West is a reminder of “what” needs to be revisited.
“Angels Cry.” Crying, I have come to learn is holy.
Holy moments are like bridges—this holy moment is my bridge into the who of Take 6.
The name Carvell Goodlow triggers a chaotic caucus of words that I don’t even want on my doorstep they hurt they scream painful; they read Carvell Goodlow, a good boy was killed on Sunday, September 2018 in Huntsville Alabama for no reason by a black boy who lost his humanity. Carvell Goodlow was pursuing a…
The real hero of this movie is the African child-come-man left orphaned in America—Erik Killmonger. It is that orphaned boy whose final epitaph carries the movie home.
“CAN I BE ME”: I imagine Whitney Houston asking this question. As she rests, my answer to every human being searching for an answer to this question. Yes, be the you that God is calling!
Thanks for showing me
How to remember You–always
Did God call women? Then “shake loose.” Don’t be like the old lynch-master—putting spiritual and psychological nooses and chains around the necks of called Women of God. That just isn’t right!
My sight sees American children sprawled across a Huntsville, Alabama highway; they hold their arms and hands up, hugging their witness to those signs: “I Am A Man.” Hear me, “ BLACK LIVES MATTER.” I am reminded of my historical fore-parents on that death boat. Hear me: their contemporary children lay across a highway; they want to “shut down” the notion that their lives don’t matter. I hear them: AMERICA, “Till, Martin, Brown, and Garner mattered: “GLORY!”