Poetry Corner: America’s Past Time

Beyond yonder across the deep blue my home with these eyes I cannot see.

At the crack of dawn on this plantation my brothers and sisters I don’t recognize.

Words sharp like a knife no mystery,

My mentor Maya Angelou Still I Rise.

Our freedoms we will not be denied,

So to our oppressor you must suffer demise.

Shackles and chains filled our lives with misery,

Now we look back we made History.