(Graphic Design is also a new trail, I am venturing down. Please excuse typo (for), trying new graphics program. After saving, could not figure how to edit and correct. PicMonkey is still a work in process.
The uncertainty of writing this first poem was less stressful after reading a quote by William Wordsworth who defined, “poetry as the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.”
This poem is a strong expression of fear and anxiety for the safety of not only my grandsons; but, the grandsons and sons of all Black mothers and grandmothers in this country.
There were three reasons why I decided to write this poem:
I was Challenged by Imani a blogging friend who challenged me to try. Grateful to Imani who encouraged me to step up and give it a shot.
I was Prompted by this quote by Ella Baker, a Civil Rights Activists in the 1960s:
“Until the killing of black men, black mothers’ sons, becomes as important to the rest of the country as the killing of a white mother’s son, we who believe in freedom cannot rest until this happens.”
I was Provoked by the unusual circumstances surrounding the deaths of Trayvon Martin (Hoodie), Michael Brown (Jaywalking), Jordan Davis (Loud Music), John Crawford (BB Gun), and Eric Garner (Selling Untaxed Cigarettes).
After writing this poem, the next step is to try to remember what I learned about poetry as a high school student.
Okay, reality check; the likelihood of remembering what I learned more than fifty-five years ago is nil.
So, as a start, I will begin a Google search on poetry writing — starting with http://www.dummies.com.
SeasonedSistah 
This is really good.
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Thank you, Hubby.
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Wordsworth is right. Your feelings and love for your grandsons pour out in your poetry. Thanks also for your heartfelt reasons for writing.
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Thank you. They are special.
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I like your poem a lot. I could really feel all of the emotions you were speaking of. And the text that went with it was very effective as well. Seeing the reasons why all of those men were killed makes it all the more horrific…. and disheartening. I’m glad you are putting it out there. That is the only way change is going to occur.
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I pray for the safety of my grandsons and other young men who have to exist in a society so filled with racial hatred.
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Thank you. It’s saddens me that there is so much hatred and distrust of those who are different.
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Awesome, beautiful, powerful words. I was all in the lovey dovey moment and then you killed me with the reality check fear at the end. Excellent work.
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Thank you. This is real. I live in a gated community in Florida, a right to carry state, twenty miles from where Trayvon Martin was murdered, and I am anxious and fearful when my grandsons visit and venture out on their own. No one should have to feel that way. But, this is our reality.
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I told you Yvonne! I totally love it and you added the picture angle to it. Soon it will have some sounds as we read. Wow…good one. Expecting more next Monday 🙂
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Thank you, Imani, for the challenge.
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