Fast Discipline

Learn to discipline that urge and kick it to the curb
You see it as a necessity for everyday survival, but without the discipline
This feeling can become your arch rival
As the hours wind down, energy levels start to deplete
A battle between your brain and body ensues and it gives you the notion that you’re not ready for this feat
But the time comes and relief sets in but it’s temporary
and at that brief moment you feel like you’re in you sanctuary
However it’s a grind and in some way you need to trick your mind
and learn that it’s a process which you’ll get accustomed too, but in the beginning you feel like it’s too much for you, so through experience it’ll
eventually become second nature too you
and that’s the mental journey that you need take so you can have a fasting discipline.

Push Through

Looking down a road that is cold and silent

The aftermath of a late world that carries black ash and violent winds

Rummages for supplies to protect his kin

A destroyed city filled with disgust and death

They hold their breath to survive this horrid mess.

Gray early mornings filled with despair and uncertainty, but they feel optimistic and realistic that everything will return simplistic.

Still I rise by Maya Angelou

*One of the greatest poets and poems in U.S. Literature. Salute to the late great Maya Angelou.

 

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

The Power of Poetry by Sarah FitzHenry

Much respect to Kwame Alexander for being an inspiration to the youth.

Nerdy Book Club

In my career, I’ve come to realize that the rumors about print and reading going out of style are just that – rumors. If you are lucky enough to work with children and books, you know that young people’s passion for stories is as strong as ever. But even I wasn’t completely confident about the current role of poetry in young people’s lives. Do middle schoolers in 2017 really connect with Langston Hughes? Will my students still be inspired by the words of Maya Angelou?

For those of you questioning just like I did, let me share what I learned on a sunny March afternoon moderating an event for the Virginia Festival of the Book  – poetry is as powerful as it has ever been. It still has the ability to bring a hush over a room crowded with thousands of people. It still creates an irresistible rhythm that transforms…

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Unified

A strong wolfpack united through a brotherhood

Sometimes their actions can be misunderstood

Dilemmas pile up as if you were seeing your unpaid bills rising

Always Organizing, Advising, Socializing and Appetizing their hunger as if it was their last supper

They’ve gone through moments of turmoil which never caused them to foil

Bond is rich as soil so they always remain loyal

Linked together like a spiral metal coil

Similar minds so no one is left behind

If lost they go to the ends of the forest and use their howl to locate their brother