Life began in Richmond, Virginia, a former seat of the Confederacy.
Life began the same year as the landmark decision of Brown v. Board of Education.
Life began segregated and became integrated in junior high school.
Life began with experiences which became inspirations for my poetry.
I derive pleasure from exploring and expressing my thoughts on subjects with little or no regard of how those thoughts may be perceived and received by others.
I write for my own pleasure!
If a reader derives pleasure OR is exposed to new information OR their emotions and thoughts are provoked ...
Sheltered by loving parents, grandparents and other family and friends, I was unaware of the nastiness of segregation until I reached junior high school.
I thought my grandmother preferred sitting in the first seat behind the rear exit of the bus because it provided quick egress. That was OUR seat and I went straight for it whenever I rode the bus with her. Little did I know!
Albert H. Hill Junior High provided my first flagrant memories of bigotry as well as the experience of standing my ground!
My 10th grade homeroom teacher at Thomas Jefferson (1969), surrounded by my white classmates, challenged me on the validity of my home address. I challenged her for inquiring.
I have experienced being the proverbial “only fly in the ointment” in corporate settings and have had my ethnicity questioned for no other reason than the position I held or the manner in which I carried myself and spoke.
Current events, history, and life experiences of having been born and raised in a segregated community as well as my introduction to integration through education and employment are inspirations for my writing.
"Poetry keeps everyone from being lonely."
Writing poetry is an outlet for the words I dare not express when disappointed in myself or others.
"Live each day as if it were your last. Tomorrow is not promised."
My first book of poetry was a "bucket list" item. I desired to leave more than a memory to my daughters.
“Excuses are tools of incompetence, which build monuments of nothingness, and those who practice in their use are seldom capable of anything else.”
Every one has a voice. My voice and what I have to say may or may not be what others are thinking or wishing to say or hear! Giving life to my voice, I discover whether I stand with the majority, stand with the minority, or simply stand alone.