Not even...
...not even the cold in my eyes can alter my vision for today,
because I am still focused on being the best I can be...
...not even the cramps in my legs will alter the path I'm to walk today,
for no matter what trial & joy dwells ahead it is meant for me to confront...
...not even the fact that I have no eggs, bread or milk will stop me from
eating breakfast today,
I'll humbly feed off of a snippet of Langston Hughes
and a touch of Maya Angelou to provide me with some
proper "proud to be black" vitamins...
...not even the lack of having an air conditioner properly functioning at
work will derail me from going in to work today,
because I overstand the importance of my sweat which waters the children
with love and feeds their precious seeds of hope...
...not even if these are my last words ever written will I abandon my love,
my truest love which is to write,
because while in my mothers womb I was a voiceless poet conversing
via scribe amongst her souls cherubs and their celestial lights...
Eye still had vision, not even...
© 2006 Timothy G. Green
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