Joy is finding out she doesn’t like Stevie but loves Ella. The blue ring around her brown eyes.
The laugh that lights up a room inviting you to learn it’s secret. The fried chicken, green beans and cornbread.
The "oh, let her have a little." The smile. The voice. The mother of the church. The "do you have a boyfriend yet?"
His middle name means Joy. He sits on the steps of a house in Tennessee, a young Black boy.
Wanting to do right he fights the good fight. A preacher; God’s mouthpiece.
Chicago in the 30s. Begging her to give him a try. "Don’t you know those things are bad for you?"
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Jenna Leann Kyle
I am a mixed race young woman who focuses on issues of race, feminism and nature. I love to write poetry and fiction and am working on a historical fiction novel now. I welcome your feedback and look forward to this experience!
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Light Supreme
Is that light that yet breaks through my window? A brightness so profound; dancing on the glass like so; it's begging to be found. The haunting dead of night did thus decline; my watchful eye ever wandering. A new brightness, a joy to call mine; the glorious day ever thundering. Sounds of birds doth yea appear; singing to each other love's gracious song. Their calls distant but seemingly near; to wait until tomorrow to again hear them: strikes me as tragically long. Day calls to me like a formidable pulse of light; and yet it still beckons the dark long night.
By Jenna Leann Kyle5 years ago in Poets
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