(The Answer to: Dr. Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise”)
By: Author Reneé Drummond-Brown
Maya,
Of course, they wrote you down
in history. You proved them wrong
in truth. But you planted for me calligraphy,
so,
I’m heard on paper
all the way to God’s celestial
roof!
My passion for writing does
upset them. But I can’t be concerned.
Cause you left for me a gift from God,
and it’ll be writing that
I’ll forever yearn.
Just like God’s Raven leaving the Ark. She flew to and fro.
Until the waters were dried up from off
the earth. Because of you. I’ll forever write
in the skies,
seas
and dirt;
this for certain
I do know.
I was
that broken soul.
And bowed
so low to Satan’s pit. With nowhere to get;
but up,
I allowed my pen
to place me within God’s Script (ure).
I know my writings excite you.
And with God for you, who can be
against us, in giving me that nod.
I finally hear
your words loud and clear.
The poems you left behind are messages
of truths,
minus
the facades.
Some have shot my writings to pieces. While others
have damaged me over time. But God; sends
a ram in a bush,
ink,
a quill,
and wrote for me
Ecclesiastes 3.
He Author’s the time and place with limited seasons for their
hurtful rhymes.
From the shame
you told me to write.
I write.
From the pain
you told me to write.
I write.
I am that Raven Blackbird with a large wingspan
“Renee’s Poems With Wings Are Words In Flight”
flying all over God’s land.
I too want to leave behind my unhealthy fears.
So, in the dark,
I write.
But in the light, I see the imagery
our ancestors gave to you;
which you passed onto me.
Maya,
you are the dream, Barack Obama was the hope
and I
am the slave set free (to write).
Still I write.
I write.
I’ll write.
Dedicated To: A Tribute to the late Dr. Maya Angelou
A B.A.D. Poem