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Fri, 22.01.2021

THE HILL WE CLIMB by Amanda Gorman

When day comes we ask ourselves,where can we find light in this never-ending shade?The loss we carry,a sea we must wade.We’ve braved the belly of the beast,We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace,and the norms and notionsof what just isisn’t always just-ice.And yet the dawn is oursbefore we knew it. Somehow we do it.Somehow we’ve […]

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New Poem Each Day

Poetry Corner

Ethel Waters sleeps in the stable Looking up at the moon and the stars- It's a bright night in Lexington, Kentucky,- But the Colored Folks in town will not Rent a room... THE DEVILS MUSIC IN HELL (for Billie Holiday) by Julius E. Thompson.
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