Poems from TLLangford
On this day, MLK died.
On this day, Malcolm X died.
On this day, I was born.
Just as those above and Christ, I will survive.
From the street sirens to the gun shots,
she was there.
From the morgue to the funeral she was there.
All I see are dark skinned mothers...
From the African jungles,
to the ancient African temples;
Why do we praise Shakespeare?
We see as the water ripples,
our people once shook...
Who am I?
Do I let you define me, no!
It's my heart and soul that carries me.
I am resilient and full of character.
i am who i am