PAGES THE VOICE SEPTEMBER 4, 1979
THE
RARY VOie
My Precious Grandma
LITERARY EDITOR
VALERY JOY FRAZIER
Grandma, you’re so dear to me...
Through all rough times, there you’d be...
When I feel bad, you’ll come around.,.
To help to calm my aching down...
If any one would talk of you...
I’d shut them up and think for a few...
When we’re together and a fuss came about.
I’d rather be quiet or I’d just walk out...
Then I’d be wondering and shake my head..
And I’d hope that you’d soon be glad...
Your sickness has me frightened . . .
Cause my life, you sho have lightened...
I pray to God every night...
That you’ll be strong and able to fight...
You’ve taught me right from wrong...
When each was weak, we pushed along...
When your days on Earth are throu^...
God knows I will sho-miss you...
Memories
We loved each other very
much...
Although I may not have
said...
How much I cherished the
grounds you walked...
And the words made from
your head...
We shared a lot of secret
thoughts...
And feelings deeply sincere...
But, all the while we were
together...
I knew you were my dear...
We often fussed and
sometimes left...
Each other and went away...
But, I always knew you would
be there...
On my returning day...
We laughed, but seldom
cried...
But, now in each other’s
company...
I just felt somehow you
were...
The man just right for me...
The five years we were
together...
I know I ;shall always
remember...
Even though it causes my
lights...
To be a little dimmer...
Now that we’ve gone our
separate ways...
Our break-up haunts my
mind...
Also, some things that I could
have done...
But now, there’re lots of
time...
I should have been a little
sweeter...
And you should have been
firm...
Now, it is just too late...
From mistakes, we both shall
learn...
Our memories are so
beautiful...
Although, we did have pain...
But, no relationship is for
real...
If it’s sunny and never rainy...
I hope you’re happy with what
you’ve done...
But, I somewhat ache inside...
We can do whatever we
desire...
Without the other’s guide...
I love you and I always will...
Cause true love never fades...
I’ll always cherish the
memories...
In which we two have made...
We want your literary
material.
Address items to:
Valery Frazier
Literary Editor
The Voice
Rudolph Jones Student
Center
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Mother, I Love You
I love you so very much...
You help me all you can...
I just pray that when your time is up.
I shall be able to stand...
I so little say I love you...
Cause it hurts me to my heart...
To know someday you must leave...
Somehow, we will depart . . .
Love is a word, I hardly say...
to any particular soul . . .
But for you, I possess it highly...
It’s something I cannot control . . .
I may not show it as I should...
Nor, do I hold you tight...
But, mostly say stuff to myself...
And pray with all my might...
Mother, I really love you . . .
Although it’s rarely told . . .
I know I always will . . .
Whether I’m young or old . . .
Are We Free?
Valery Joy Frazier
Valery Joy Frazier
Being that I was born under the sign of Leo, August 19,1959,1
am full of devotion, love and creative ability. Most of my negative
traits involve my stubborness causes my ability to listen and
learn from others impossible. Listening and helping others has
always been two important characteristics of mine. I strongly
believe in the saying, “Do unto others as you would have them do
unto you.”
When I was about twelve, I began to write poems. I’ve been
writing ever since. It has become my greatest interest. It has
influenced my life a great deal. Poetry has become my motive,
my obligation, and my reason for pushing forward. As you may
have gathered, a poet is what I truly want to be.
I have won several awards in Uie creative areas. The “Poets
Award” was presented to me by The Voice staff for the school
term 1978-79. Also, earlier this year on the 12th day of AprU, I
received an award of merit for an oral interpretation presen
tation.
I am a junior from Havelock, North Carolina, majoring in
English. My other hobbies include singing, drawing, decorating,
and playing golf. I am a member of FSU’s Women Golf Team and
on the staff of The Voice.
When I came to Fayetteville State University, I was ready for
the new task. In order to be somebody or to get where you want to
be, one must expose himself to the world.
Your Honesty
My wonderful man...
That’s what you are...
Even though our com
munication...
Is yet so far...
And now we’ll never, ever
know...
Cause I just have to let you
go...
You really hurt my heart
tonight...
I cried, yet I tried hard to
fight...
The tears came rushing to my
eyes...
For you shocked me with
great surprise...
I know that you’ve been
thinking of me...
If only harder, this would not
be...
But, I’ll never talk bad
against...
What we had and our broken
fence...
I’m sure that’s why you did
not write...
Or contact me sooner was
cause of fright...
I admire you for your
honesty...
Although our outcome bothers
me...
While I’m Yours And
You Are Mines
With your body real close to mine...
Our thoughts will always intertwine...
No matter how far we are apart...
I’ll know I’m carried within your heart...
Time will tell how much you care...
The fire we’ll make will glow or flare...
For, I do know you need my touch...
And I need yours just as much...
Tears may flow from my eyes...
If you’re an imposter, or in disguise...
So, do not fake or make believe...
And do not cheat, please don’t deceive...
I’ll trust in you, as you in me...
We’ll explore together in esctasy...
Our love can never fade away...
If we just believe in what we say...
Let us not confuse love with concerned...
Nor confuse what we’ve taught with what we’ve learned...
But, try to gain more knowledge on each...
And be right there so I won’t have to reach...
We’re so alike, different in some views...
But, we’ll be okay if neither misuse...
No one can tell me that I am blind...
Not while I’m yours and you are mines...
Black men,
children of
can
in our
Are we free,
women, and
today?
Can we be sure that we
walk, talk, and act
own way?
Do we really respond to the
questions as we should...
Or do we act as if our answer’s
no good...?
Are we still afraid of how the
white man may feel...
So do we be quiet, do we keep
still..?
When a white man comes
around, are we proper than
before...
Or are we the same, white
man we ignore..?
Are we free to choose a job of
our choice...
Or only if we’d be a slave to
the boss..?
Can’t we be qualified and be
sure to get hired...
Or before we get interviewed,
the atmosphere says we’re
fired..?
Why do we smile at the
people passing by...
But, yet they cause our hearts
to cry..?
They talk about us behind our
backs, and expect us to act
as a Jack...
Someday, somehow, we shall
overcome...
It may be when God feels our
race is run...
We shall be free, we shall be
free...
On this Earth no, but in
Heaven we’ll see...
Exchanging
Thoughts
You do not force me into
matters...
Those which I’m sure you
desire...
I just be calm about things...
While I know that you’re on
fire...
You hardly question how I
feel...
About you and about us...
We don’t even sit down...
To mention things we should
discuss...
Your thoughts mean so much
to me...
But, them I do not know...
Cause we are not very close...
We have a long Way to go...
Someday we shall exchange...
What’s in each others minds...
Then we’ll be able to read...
What’s missing between the
lines...