PAGES THE VOICE MAY. 1979
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Mothers Weep For
Their Daughters
The Library
The Lady
Hey baby, wats hap
git chea, and sit on my lap
so we can git to some serious
rap
Cause, we wats hap
yo radiant brown hair is tight
yo eyes is sparkling in the
light
yo boy friend in the field
tonight
so when we together, it’s
alright
dat figure so fine
wish you wuz mine
cause you just the right kind
wit dat figure, so fine
you offering me a beer?
Looking for something to
drive you mad
Possibly lose all the things you
have
I know the answer; for I you
see
Have had some dealings with
jealousy.
It is hard to think that
something so small
Something with little meaning
at all
Can cause relationships to go
down hill
Fall in love with a person,
you’ll see that it will.
The person you love, you don’t
see, but you’ve heard
The things people tell you are
disastrous words
You question her loyalty, she
threatens to leave
Things like that happen with
jealousy.
It just so happens that one of
by Alice Armstrong
On one hot day in June, I
was on my way home from a
hard, long day at school. The
sun was bright and shining
hard upon the earth. Sweat
was running all down my back
so I decided to stop in town to
buy a cold, icy orangade to
quench my thirst and cool off
a little. The thought about my
friend in jail never crossed my
mind. The iced orangade had
cooled me off so I was on my
way home again.
The red light caught me
and on my left was the red-
bricked jailhouse. The thought
of my friend flashed in my
mind so I made a left turn at
the change of the light. I could
see my friend stretched out on
the squeaky bunk through the
bars of the jail. The sun was
shining through the bars onto
him. He was pouring out
sweat as big as my thumbnail.
The sheriff was sitting at the
desk and the cook was on her
way in bringing his dinner
tray, with the silverware
jingling. It looked as if he was
sleeping so well that I just
decided not to awaken him.
His shirt was soaking wet with
sweat. I turned around and
walked out and sat on the step
which was shaded with a big
green oak tree.
A few minutes later, I
heard a noice around the
jailhouse, so I got up to go see
what it was. Beside an old
rusty green, stinking trash
can there stood three black
Well, let’s git way from here
the grill is near, my dear...
don’t we just luv it here, and
dig this beer
Sing dat song to me baby
“You Stepped Into My Life” -
maybe
seem like you play dem just
for me
don’t we jus love each other’s
company
You and me
Keith Battle
your friends
Falls in love with your girl and
wants to move in
So if you wish to keep her,
trust her and then
Do not let jealousy settle in...
Rico Bratcher
Winning
To play a game and admit
defeat
Takes courage
To play a game and win
Takes skill
To play a game and never end
it
Makes a fool
Whether I have courage or
skill
At least I am no longer a fool
Who knows, maybe I have won
And in winning, lost.
Gail Wade
stray cats, who ackted as if
they were ready to mate, so I
picked up some rocks and hit
the trash can to make a
popping noise and they ran. I
glanced at my watch and saw
I was running behind time so I
jumped in my car and rushed
home. I was a few minutes too
late to catch my family at
home, so I went to bed. As I
was lying in my bed, listening
to the silence which seemed to
be taking over my house, my
mind flashed back on my
friend who was in jail, I
started thinking about his life
before he went to jail. His life
before he went to jail
reminded me of the black cats
I had seen earlier because his
life was dark and he spent his
time wandering around tryinn
to see what he could get for
nothing, just like the stray
cats. All of a sudden the
silence was broken by a sound
outside my window and there
was one of the stray cats,
caught up in a big cedar tree. I
put on my house slippers and
hurried outside and rescued
the trembling cat. When 1 put
him down, he ran hurried
away. I returned to my bed
and again my mind rested on
my friend. Although I was
sleepy, I could not help but
think about my friend, I
wondered if he would be as
lucky as the cat and get out of
jail and if he would run away
into the darkness of life. Then,
I dozed off into dreamland.
Mothers weep for your
daughters
Fathers ache for your sons
For they don’t know the
trouble
That one day will come
Mothers talk with your
daughters
Father talk with your sons
prepare them for the trials
In the world to come.
Mary’s just a little baby now
sitting on her Mother’s knee
But Mary doesn’t know the
trouble
that one day she will see.
Comments On
**Ego Tripping”
by Janice Richardson
An individual may
compare himself with any
phenonmenon of the universe.
In relation to the poem the
author is comparing herself
with what is considered by
man to be the wonders of the
world. One may use his
imagination to take him from
direct reality to the highest
peaks or the lowest grounds in
which he wishes to adventure,
Ms, Giovanni appears to have
longed for the ability to
change form at will which
would have enabled her to
experience, on a first hand
basis, “time” from the
beginning of her heritage
through the accomplishments
of her ancestors up to today.
This would in turn provide her
with the will to have pride in
herself.
DAZE
Cause you can’t communicate
that kinda instruction
can’t deal with it
go ahead, daze
he can teach some people
I can’t even deal
cause he put me in a daze
daze wit dat guy
he smart and intellegent
but, caint tell what
he tawking bout
so I’m in a daze
daze
guess what, he don’t even care
cause he know you don’t know
what he
talkin bout
daze
till I get on way from hea
Keith Battle
Untitled
I look dead
I feel dead
My feet are lead heavy
My heart is fed on cruelty
I am lying on spikes of pain
I am bleeding through bites
anew
Round goes my head spinning
I fall upon my bed dead
I look dead
I feel dead
I am dead.
Gail Wade
So Mother talk with your
daughter
And Fathers talk with your
son
For they don’t know the
trouble
That one day will come,
Johnny’s just a little boy now
playing a boy’s game
But Johnny doesn’t know
when he gets older
That the games will change
So Mothers weep for your
daughter
And Fathers ache for your
sons
For they don’t know the
trouble
that one day will come,
Carolyn Johnson
When we were first married,
the Pastor said,
“Repeat the I do’s” with this
ring I thee wed.
Proud and relaxed, I ambled
up front
You came up beside me and
gave me a hunch.
Our eyes were so gleeful, as
we turned to our side
Then the Pastor said to me
“You may kiss the bride.”
The place had a glitter from
the sparkling li^t
I could hardly wait for the
honeymoon that night.
It’s already 10:15 and he
hasn’t arrived yet,
I’m about to lose my cool
I’m really getting upset;
I’m on the verge of calling and
telling him a thing or two!
Waiting, waiting, pacing the
floor,
I just don’t know what to do!
I think I’ll stand by my win
dow and stare an angry
stare,..
And when he arrives late
I’ll kill him, believe me, I
swear!
Let me stop, stop, stop
I’ll only hurt myself this
way,,.
Last night there came a gentle
rain
It eased my soul, I felt no pain,
I don’t think it was because of
the weather
But my woman and I are back
together.
We went on this date, I held
her near
I do not know why, but I
trembled with fear,
I knew of the question, but
couraged I lacked
I wanted my woman yes, I
wanted her back.
What joy I felt, when I sum-
STOR3IS
by Sylvia Nunnery
The wind outside is
blowing and the rain is coming
down. If you are inside of a
building, you have protection
from the storm. But when
something bad happens to
someone you love very much,
you begin to feel that the
storm is in your heart. Stormy
weather can make you feel
dreary and out of sorts. A
broken heart can make you
feel the same way, only worse.
You can close the door
and the shutters against the
storm outside, but only time,
and maybe a little faith can
heal a broken heart.
SPRI]\G
No one cares because no one
knows
No one takes the time to know
But Spring is the time to care
And these fools
Who pretend to know,
Gail Wade
The hugs and kisses, parents
blessings and remarks
We would have each other till
death did us part.
Two years after our
honeymoon, you wanted a
baby
But I said “too soon.”
Your love for me dwindled,
like man turns to dirt
I was a proud man, but my
feelings were hurt
The question I asked got a
definite may
Would it make a difference, if
we had a baby?
Rico Bratcher
No let me cry, cry, cry
Because it’s Valentine’s Day.
Revenda Bowens
Untitled
If I had but one rose
Who would I git it to?
To him who understands
And listens and forgives;
To him who bleeds
With the hurt of the past;
To him who loves
And sheds tears for me
Who would I give it to?
To the wind who would em
brace all,
Gail Wade
moned my quest
To me she was greater than
and I was less
I feel brand new now and will
forever
Cuz my woman and I are back
together.
Yes, now I am happy, my
grief turned to joy
She answered my question,
I’m one happy boy.
My anxiety is over, I feel light
as a feather
Cuz my woman and I are back
together.
Rico Bratcher
JEALOUSY....
JAIL
“WAfTfJVG”
A BABY????
Bach Together