Ode to Maya
Her Gift to Women and Browness in Black History Month

What is in your eyes, oh Maya that
always looked like tears?
when you were young but high to knee
your struggles and your strains
your fights as brown would be
Oh Maya your eyes, how they water so
you yearned , you waxed and waned
traveled, sang and danced and learned
and touched
I remembered when I heard your voice
how it rang through my limbs
and I shook
Your vitality and spirit you wound about
all those who count huge before our eyes
JamesOprahCecilyMalcomMartinAshfordSimpson
WilliamTupacJohnJanetCorettaBillAlfreDaveBarack
honor, love mentor
spoke, moved swayed
your words, as did you
You wept, for true
sometimes when those words
moved you
Your bird was caged but still you rose
and sang your wise and magnificent song
which caught us inside
we saw in those eyes watery languish
strife grief pain
your world in sepia
and ours
turned to something profound
and beautiful
About the Creator
Susan Braithwaite
I am from and have lived in the Boston, Mass are all my life, wnet to college here.
I had a rich and fulfilling upbringing , much of it allowed me to enjoy the outdoors, nature, physical fitness and animals.




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