"seacole" poems
Mary Seacole
Black nurse sculpture
Your determination points
To injustice. Your struggle
To serve, be accepted.
Why were you shamed and denied?
This is the broken land where we live.
Your courage, your stride
Takes me to our weakness
To the ache in my chest like a
broken blood vessel.
And trace the lines in my hand
To a bad rotting root.
How many wounds did your hand with compassion soothe?
Behind your certitude
I imagine pain.
Did your hurting
Search out injury and loss?
And as you nursed those violent lacerations,
Patiently waiting whilst the pathway beat its course,
Did you see as if through a veil,
Your own fractured self,
Fusing with your patient’s,
Both your Injuries restore back together
All the way towards their good health?
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 5:25 AM UTC
Chains unbound , Shackles broken , Voices unheard finally
spoken.....
A raised fist to empower a community , to show strength , defiance , resistance and unity.... John Carlos & Tommie Smith
A man who had a dream , so big it endures til this very day , so big , it can't be cast cast away.... Martin Luther King
A lady who sat in front of the bus , thinking , why seating there was such a fuss , confident and brave.... Rosa Parks
A man loved by an African nation , capturing all with with his own brand of Afrobeat music creation.... Fela Kuti
A lady tending to the sick and wounded , bruised and battered , though a ghastly sight , ensuring their well-being , to her ... was all that mattered....Mary Seacole
Throughout history and even now , many have shown....
B- Brilliance and Bravery
L- Liveliness
A- Ambition
C - Courage , Confidence and Creativity
K - Knowledge
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC