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My Favorite Poem- “Cross” by Langston Hughes

My Favorite Poem:

“Cross” by Langston Hughes

My old man’s a white old man
And my old mother’s black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I’m sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I’m going to die,
Being neither white nor black?

The reason as to why I love this poem so much is because I can relate to it. My parents are still alive and the race is swapped (my mom is white and my dad is black), but it really made me think about my situation.

It made me think of something that happened to me when I was younger.

My father use to take me to playgrounds all the time when I was a kid. One day, a white van pulled up to one of them and a mother and her two kids got out. Her kids and I went to go down the slide.

The mother asked my father if I was mixed and he said,

No, she’s black.

That astounded her. But while that was happening, one of her kids turned around and said to me,

Niggers aren’t allowed on the slide.

The woman rushed to her kids, looked at my father and apologized and he said,

Uh uh. You taught that little muthafucker that. Now I get to teach my daughter how to box.

What do you think about this? Comment your answer. I really want to know.

Rules of the Blog

Rules of the Blog

The English language is an interesting thing.
Sometimes, new words are added on a whim.
Definitions change; some words are just for show;
But that is what happens as a society grows.

But, here, I wish to explain,
What is bringing us all great pain.
Today, grammar is a scarce thing;
Because of this “texting” thing.

Abbreviations make us forget,
What teachers are trying to make our minds get.
And “like” is not a synonym for “said,”
Using it in that manner makes intelligence seem dead.

On this blog there will be poetry, stories, and reviews,
I hope they will teach you a thing or two.
But this is a place of learning and growth;
So I want you to take an oath.

I swear I will comment and critique with fairness;
I swear I will comment if I have questions.
I swear I will treat people with dignity and respect,
For, if I do not, the comment will be a reject.

Those are the rules, so simple and so few,
Hopefully, they will be enough for you.
Education is important as you shall see,
For strong and empowered you shall be.

The Sister Goddesses of Lightning and Thunder

The Sister Goddesses of Lightning and Thunder


Lightning is striking, thunder is crashing.
The exquisiteness is great.
Created by two women,
Of beauty and grace.

The Goddess of Lightning,
With her sister of Thunder,
They work together,
Every hour.

Their yellow hair,
They yellow hawk eyes,
Are an attractive sight.

They are Water’s weakness,
And also Water’s friends.
Always there to protect,
But sometimes can’t control.

Once in frustration,
Tornadoes and hurricanes formed,
Oh, the aggravation.

While sad,
There is simply thunder,
And quick flashes of lightning.

Whilst happy,
It is a sunny day.

The lightning bolts are deadly,
As everyone knows.

When it hits you,
You will breathe your last,
And perish.

Back to the sunny day,
Everything is peaceful.
It shall be so for a while.

Lightning is striking, thunder is crashing.
The exquisiteness is great.
Created by two women,
Of beauty and grace. 

The Goddess of Lightning,
With her sister of Thunder,
They work together,
Every hour.

(What do you think? Comment!)

What Did I Do?

What Did I Do?

It’s wet.
It burns.
I run.
I’m shot again.
I… run…
on my back…
What… did I… do?

I watch as it writhes.
I watch as the spider writhes.
I just can’t help but watch.
I’m causing this pain.
It’s fighting for its life.
I’m causing this pain.
I then think about the pain I’m in.
I then think about the pain that I caused.
Am now causing.

It’s writhing…
I’m hoping it will win…
I want it to win…
It didn’t deserve that!
The poor thing…

Just like I didn’t deserve my pain…
I didn’t do anything wrong!
The spider didn’t do anything wrong!
And I can’t even apologize!
It probably wouldn’t even hear me!
It’s burning!

Is that what’s going to happen to me?
Am I going to receive the apology I am hoping for on my deathbed?
When I die?
When it won’t even matter, when I can’t even hear it?

Are those who hurt me going to feel my pain of being unable to apologize?
Are they never going to feel release?
Just like me?
Are they to feel my pain?

My pain…
It’s writhing…
It’s in so much pain…
I didn’t deserve that…
We didn’t deserve that…
It didn’t deserve that…

What… did I… do?

I’m so sorry…

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