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 forever writing that I 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; for certain this 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, Obama was the hope, and I am the slave set free (to write).
Still I write,
I write,
I’ll write.
Author: Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown; Dedicated To: A Tribute to Dr. Maya Angelou