Four Women

My skin is black

My arms are long

My hair is woolly

My back is strong

Strong enough to take all the pain

That’s been inflicted again and again

What do they call me

My name is AUNT SARAH

My name is Aunt Sarah

My skin is yellow

And my hair is long

Between two worlds

I do belong

My father was rich and white

He forced my mother late one night

So here I am, what do they call me

My name is SAFFRONIA

My name is Saffronia

My skin is tan

My hair is fine

But my hips invite you

And my mouth is like wine

Whose little girl am I?

 Anyone who has money to buy

What do they call me

They call me SWEET THING

My name is Sweet Thing

My skin is brown

my manner is tough

‘Cause I’ll kill the first mother I see

my life has been much too rough

I’m awfully bitter these days

because the only parents I know were slaves

What do they call me

My name is PEACHES

“I wonder if fears ever really go away or if they just lose their power over us.”
– Veronica Roth

“Cold feet never take you to your desired destination.” – gao

“Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.”
~ George Eliot




“Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.”
~ William Faulkner

“They sicken of the calm who know the storm.”
― Dorothy Parker


“Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief…” ― Jane Austen

“The mind, with it’s own eyes and ears, 
May for these others have no care; 
No matter where this body is, 
The mind is free to go elsewhere”.  – The Mind’s Liberty by William Henry Davies

“I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.  
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.  
I learn by going where I have to go.” – Theodore Roethke