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The Way I Feel
by Nikki Giovanni

i've noticed i'm happier
when i make love
with you
and have enough left
over to smile at the doorman.

i've realized i'm fullfilled
like a big fat cow
who has just picked
a carnation contentment
when you kiss your special place
right behind my knee

i'm as glad as a mortar
on a brick that knows
another brick is coming
when you walk through
the door

most time when you're around
i feel like a note
roberta flack is about to sing

in my mind you're a clock
and i'm the second hand sweeping
around you sixty times an hour
twenty-four hours a day
three hundred sixty-five days a year
and an extra day
in leap year
cause that's the way
that's the way
that's the was i feel
about you.

Harlem
by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
   
    Does it dry up
    like a raisin in the sun?
    Or fester like a sore-
    And then run?
    Does it stink like rotten meat?
    Or crust and suger over-
    like a syrupy sweet?

    Maybe it just sags
    like a heavy load.

    Or does it explode?  

form SAUTI MPYA, a literary magazine from the SHSBCC

forward
by akewi

when you are tall enuf

to stop swinging your feet

while sitting in grown-folks chairs,

it is time for you

to set them on the ground.


when you are old enuf

to understand

God

and

Blessings

it is time for you

to move

(see title).   .   .