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- By Ari TisonMy dad used to call me Eagle Eyes. I was the one to find eagles, owls, blue jays
on a dark day. He called… - By Suma SubramaniamI come from a country so far away
that you may have visited only in your dreams.
My face does not bear… - By Suma SubramaniamYou cannot pronounce my name.
“Soor-ya.” Not “soar.”
Surya—the sun god.
Mom always tells me that a smile… - By Tanaya WinderWake up, greet the sun, and pray.
Burn cedar, sweet grass, sage—
sacred herbs to honor the lives we’… - By Cedar SigoHow to fall asleep easily on the beach, to dig clams, to dream a net made of nettles, a medicine of …
- By J. Patrick LewisSo many places have fabulous names,
Like Fried, North Dakota,
The Court of St. James,
Siberia, Nigeria… - By Margarita EngleI came to Panama planning to dig
the Eighth Wonder of the World,
but I was told that white men
should… - By Nikki GiovanniIf Black History Month is not
viable then wind does not
carry the seeds and drop them
on fertile ground… - By Nikki GiovanniThis is for the Pullman Porters who organized when people said
they couldn’t. And carried the Pittsburgh… - By William BlakeMy mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is… - By David L. HarrisonGather 'round, ye scurvy mates,I'm signing on a crew.You there! Can ye tie a knot?Ye’ll do.I…
- By Carole Boston WeatherfordI sang my songs so much
that they became
the soundtrack for my dreams,
the melody of my moods,
a room… - By Carole Boston WeatherfordCarole Robertston,
Who loved books, earned straight A's,
And took dance lessons every Saturday.
Who … - By Marilyn NelsonImagine a child at your door,
offering to do your wash,
clean your house, cook,
to weed your kitchen… - By Frances Ellen Watkins HarperLet me make the songs for the people,Songs for the old and young;Songs to stir like a battle-cry…
- By Jean ToomerPour O pour that parting soul in song,
O pour it in the sawdust glow of night,
Into the velvet pine-smoke… - By Gwendolyn BrooksWe are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” makes a giddy sound… - By Graham Foustthey own everything