Broncos'Voice
October 1994
-Letters
By Gyendor
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I
u
Am
R
Am
Let
Me
Black,
White
Free.
B,
Climbing this ladder
Of liberty.
Some rungs cracked,
Some broke,
Most...
Not there at all.
ODE TO HALLOWEEN
by Jackie Walker
Tis the time of the season when daughters of darkness
are calling me forth, as they do every year
Why has it happened that I am the one
who has the misfortmie to hear?
I drank champagne with children of Satan
a toast to the things of the night
I drank with fear, yet with revelry
and shared in your fiendish delight.
My soul was charred by embers of firehght
With blood on my hands, I drank from your brew
Withdraw from presence, dwellers of darkness
Your netherworld is beckoning you.
A toast to the covens that dance in the moonlight
Wicked and wanton, forboding and black—but
Save me, sweet Jesus, from midnights uncharted
Cast out your love light and please lead me back.
Hn K
Words
building tools
or chisels of destruction
Weapons of wroth
piercing the soul
soothing balm
to wounded spirits
Superficial band-aids
covering festering sores
pawns in games
of emotional blackmail
Exact in themselves
dependent upon interpreta
tion
pummeling hailstones
bruising my being
mingling cowardice
with unfelt forgiveness
Burned into memory
unerasoble tapes
Words
some better unspoken
once uttered, irretrievable
A Foreign Car
By Ogbonna Coates
"Your door is ajar,
your door is ajar."
The door is not a jar,
the door is a door.