El Mina Castle
Yes, this is one
of my home I never knew.
I was never told
of this home.
I was brought
here to live amongst these people like me.
We huddled
together and couldn’t breathe.
We slept next to
each other
I didn’t know my
mother.
There was no
shower, only to be thrown into the sea.
I guess that’s
the end.
But they picked
me.
But I’m just a
little child, they didn’t think so.
They put me on
the stage, and they call for me.
It was the
greatest show.
I went from one
hand to the next.
My shackles made
noise, as if to drown the screams
of crying
voices.
They sold me to
him. I must obey.
He is my master.
I do what he say.
I see some more
dive into the sea,
With hands and
feet chained and shackled.
Maybe they want
to be cleaned.
But they never
came back.
You will only
hear their screams.
The Next Next
It’s the next
thing the next big thing.
Where is that
next?
How can you see
it?
But it’s there
somewhere.
It’s faith
believing on that next.
The next goal,
the next open door.
The next
victory, the next step.
It’s just a
next, to the next to the next.
It sings in your
spirit.
The next gives
you that drive to go.
It gives you
that zeal to push.
It’s like
running that race to the finish line.
It’s from
kindergarten, high school and then college.
The Next big
thing is coming.
You don’t see
it?
It right there.
Look good, look
very good
Yuh see it now.
It right next to
you, it right inside of you and,
it’s coming next
to a mindset near you.
He Graduated With The Turban Hat
There he is,
walking like nobody’s business.
His black cape
opened like the magic carpet in Aladdin.
He was walking
on air. I saw the turban.
It moved like
the floating lanterns of Asia,
or sailed like
the river boats on the Ganges River-maybe.
Maybe he came from
under the rubbles of war zones
and torn places
of despair.
Maybe he saw the
trouble waters and swam to safety.
His safety of
hiding from the bombs, from the
killers,
murderers, and kidnappers.
Missiles that
waved at him as it passed by.
He must’ve ran,
didn’t know where his family was.
He must’ve
remembered.
His tears will
never be enough, to water
the troubled
land.
He never drowned
in his nightmares.
I saw his cape
spread as if to cover little boys and girls,
protecting them
from the lie.
The lie of
running all their lives and not winning.
But he ran, he
ran over jagged stones that cut his feet.
Till the blood
marked the pattern of determination.
He ran for his
life, till he ran on the stage.
He graduated on
a row boat maybe from India.
LISELLE POWDER
LISELLE POWDER was born in the
small Caribbean Island of Trinidad and Tobago. Born to Edwina Warner (deceased)
and Bindley Powder. She is the last of six siblings. She is divorced and a
mother of two daughters and a granddaughter. Having migrated to the US in 2014,
she decided to write poetry about her experiences coming to America. She met
with Edna White an Author, and the rest was history. Liselle has written in
Edna’s book “No Sweet Meat Tell Me the Truth” and contribute to the school
newspaper where she works. Liselle held her first poetry show on July 10th,
2021, she also writes in Ms. Edna’s Magazine called “SPEAK MAGAZINE.” and wrote
her first short story titled “Teenage Mom” and her poetry book titled “Still
Overcoming”. Her short story “Teenage Mom” together with other short stories,
is a combination by different authors coming together for the Anthology “Women
Write Now” which was launched in November in 2022. With her continuous writing,
she was entered in an Anthology for the months of June, July and November of
2020, also June and July of 2021, and for July 2022. Liselle was awarded the
Cheryl R Canton Incentive and the Willie Henry Riddick Memorial Award in June
2021, for winning an essay competition placing first. Liselle wrote another
book entitled “Welcome to America,” which is on Amazon. Liselle is also an
artist and has also sold some of her work. Liselle was honored and one of her
poems was chosen for Black Poetry Day, in October 2022., and the reviews was
excellent. Liselle will be honored in August and September at a gala ceremony
for her contribution to writing. One of Liselle painting was accepted for an
open call from the East Islip Council Gallery, the exhibit was in March and
ended on the 14th of April. Another painting form Liselle was also accepted in
an open Call to be posted on social media for the month of April, it was posted
on Lisa D’Amico Arts platform and social media. Liselle also recited two of her
poems at the Juneteenth celebrations 2023, in Harrisburg Pennsylvania, as she
was a guest of honor sponsored by the Writers Workshop curated by Nathaniel
Gadsden. Liselle hopes one day to have her first Art Show soon. Liselle has
come a long way and she strives to be the best of top poets and artist the
world is yet to see.
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