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AqueenPassing

Bridgett Nesbit

Eve Hall

Jason Carolin Hendershott

Natasha Terry-McKeithan

Nigel S. Daring


"Sisterhood"

Different sizes, shapes, and colors
yet, we have some of the same problems.
Male problems, children problems,
mood swings, mental and physical problems,
you name them, we have them.
We comfort each other, we get on each other's nerves.
Sistahs assisting Sistahs, who are like us?
You give me your shoulder to cry on,
I give you my helping hands.
You give me advice and strength,
I give you a listening ear.
I give you my love and support,
you give me your...
friendship.

(c) Eve Hall, Atlanta GA 2001


"So Much Hate"

Whites against Blacks
Daughters against mothers
Sons against fathers
Sisters against brothers.

Why so much hate?

Where is the love for one another,
where are the morals and the guidance?
Where is the unity and peace,
where is the security and brotherhood?

Where is this nation headed?

When will we be united as one family,
when will prejudice and racism be erased?
When will neighbor truly love neighbor,
when will Martin L. King's dream come true?

It starts with the golden rule,
"Loving others as you love yourself."

eve hall 2001


Rebel Rousing


Bloodied hands work sun dried lands
Worth twenty pints of blood
Masters lurking in the shadows
Not knowing whats to come

Sitting high atop his horse
He watches with contempt
Scratching at his redneck crown
Squinting from the sun

A fifth half gone, it's half past noon
Culpeppers two sheets to the wind
He circles the men working hard
Dew rags adorn their head

Cries go out, plows hit the ground
Guerrillas in the mist
A shot rings out around the town
Culpeppers been shot dead

Fifteen years of labor
In a bloody tortured hell
Man turned to beast against mans will
There's nothing left to tell

There it is, the tree line
 Where dreams and freedom lie
No more whitey, cotton fields
 Living just to die

 They make their way for the underground
Which lies outside of town
Billy Bob and the lynch mob
Follow close behind

With outlaw blackies in their site
Their sawed-offs start to shine
The rebel flag is flying high
Nooses by their side

Freedom's near, it's oh so close
A few more steps to go
They reach the woods; and wait
Listening where to go
 

Moments pass; than there it is
Music of the soul
Telling them and guiding them
To a land that's free and bold

White sheets blowing in the wind
 Crosses burning bright
The black boys made it to the railroad
Where freedom's not a fight

by Jason Carolin Hendershott


"Days Like These"


by Natasha Terry-McKeithan


No one told me there would be days like these, to struggle to make it through the day as soon as your eyes open in the morning, a day full of strange things and disappointment, a day of people fakely adorning. No one told me there would be days like these, that I would feel like I could not allow my children to play, fearing they would be dead by the end of the day.

No one told me there would be days like these, that seem so dreary, lonely, and sad, the only thing that gets me through is the love that I have, in my life, in my family, in God, feeling loved and free to admire the stars. No one told me there would be days like these, long days that never seem to end, instead, days where you look forward to the nights end, so that you can slumber in your bed.

No one told me there would be days like these, that I would smile at the thought of a man, who every now and then holds my hand, and lets me know that he truly understands! No one told me there would be days like these, where I can steal a minute to daydream about my hopes and dreams, about love, about the world, and about what everything means. I'm living, I'm happy, I'm free, even though there have been times where so many people before me weren't. No one told me there would be days like these!

8-27-03


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Writers' Resources

How to Write a Holiday Tale that Isn't a Turkey
by Caterina Christakos

When we write stories, with the purpose of sharing them with others, we enter into an agreement where we allow our reader to see a glimpse of our heart, our souls and our memories. If we truly want them to be immersed in the tale, we actively immerse ourselves in those memories so that a glimmer of what we saw, heard and felt comes through.

This is especially true with holiday tales. The best way to convey a holiday scene is to take a trip back in time through the wonderful world of our unconscious. Here are some great ways to delve back into our child hood memories and incorporate them into our holiday tales.

1) Sit in a darkened room and close your eyes. Allow yourself to go back in time to the very first Christmas that you can remember. Take a deep breath and relax. What are the scents, sounds and feelings that come up? What is the first picture that pops into your mind?

Is it the sound of children racing down the stairs that comes to you first? The feel of your heart pounding when you awoke and found that Christmas was really here? The warmth of your parents’ blankets as you bounced on them, anxious to wake them up?

The autumn and winter holidays will always be associated, for me, with my grandmother’s cooking and pumpkin pies. I remember running into her little house, and the sound of the front door’s slam behind me. I was immediately engulfed in warmth. The scent of nutmeg and cinnamon and pumpkin seeds physically drew me forward, until I was wrapped in my grandmother’s embrace.

2) Recreate the scene. Since a prime trigger for me is the scent of pumpkin pies, I often order pumpkin scented candles from Yankee Candles. I sit on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, light the candles and wait. Within moments, the scent has pulled me back to my grandmother’s kitchen. And I hear the sound of my cousins pounding down the hall after me, each of us anxious to win the first warm treat.

You can do the same. If a scent triggers your memories, you can either bake the cake or cookie or brew the eggnog. Or you can get one of those scented candles and simply light it.

If the feel of sweaters immediately transport you back to your snow throwing days, slip one on. If you are like me and live in Florida, turn the air way up first. Close your eyes and hear the sound of children shouting as they try to nail each other with snowballs. Picture their fresh flushed faces.

3) If there is a particular holiday character that sparks your memories, rent holiday movies. Some of my favorites are Frosty the Snowman and Miracle on Thirty fourth street. Watch one for a while, until you get the holiday feeling, then turn the sound off. Watch the pictures and let your mind go.

4) Use all of these pictures and sensations and feelings in your story.

If you are writing about a little girl in a big family, think back to what holiday dinners were like for you. Did everyone talk at once? Does your character like this or does she feel overwhelmed? What is it like to be the smallest one in a room full of adults? Is there a cousin or neighbor that is constantly picking on her? Do the children get bored and decide to explore the forbidden attic?

5) Once you have a scene in mind, write down all of these questions. Don’t worry about answering them until you have run out of questions. Then think back to the picture, sound or feeling that you associate with and answer the questions.

6) Now describe everything that you can about the characters. What are their ages? What do they look like? Are they the youngest or oldest in their family? Where do they live? What is their favorite thing? What are their best friend’s names? Who is their arch nemesis and why?

Get as much detail as possible down.

Once you can describe all of these things, the pieces of your story will begin to fall into place. More importantly, your characters and your scenes will be real and alive. Be brave and put as much of yourself into these stories and your characters. Your readers will love you for it.

Caterina Christakos may be contacted at http://www.howtowriteachildrensbook.com cchrist896@aol.com. Click here to view more of their articles. Written by Caterina Christakos (c)2001 for more writing tips check out: http://www.howtowriteachildrensbook.com

 

 

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