Red

As greens turn to reds

And reds turn to browns

The skies fall white

And frigid air roams round

As strolls become brisk walks

As heat begins to squander

Conversations: quick hello’s

The cold won’t allow chatter

For cheer we give thanks

We hang lights; then share gifts

Fly on planes to receive warmth

From our loved ones we missed

Await the clock to strike twelve

Jeer and give cheers

What better is there to do?

Then to be with your partner in life, as the cold weather concludes.

Black History Month- Post 2 "We didn't land on Plymouth Rock"

Columbus landed in the Americas in 1492. After Europeans killed about 90% of Native Americans, through slavery and war...they traded and stole African people as goods. Africans were shipped to South America, the Carribeans and Central and North Americas roughly from 1500 to 1900. 400-500 years of stripping of our self identities. People should not wonder why many of us are lost now.




Photographs from http://thumpandwhip.com/tag/taino-indians/

Black History Month- Post 1 "The Middle Passage"

Whenever I think that we came here as live corpses and/or cargo on the bottom of boats...it moves me.


This Black Skin of mines represents something special.

Photo from: http://www.sas.upenn.edu/africana/center-africana-studies-present-multimedia-exhibition-and-film-screening-middle-passage