Poems from Annette M Velasquez
I am not Emmit Till
child martyr.
Not the Scottsboro boys,
nor Sacco and Vanzetti.
I am not Mumia,
" Live from death row."
or Leonard...
The ignorant,
the critics say,
that I worship poetry
as if were
religion- my god,
I say, not God
but a divine gift
certainly, like
nature...
I am of those people,
who love
the violin
whether the strings weep
in a dolorous
lamentation
or dance with a leap
of ecstasy.
I am of those...
Sagely minds
throughout time,
philosophers
and theologians,
poets too,
have tried to decipher
the mystery of life
groping for clues
only to...
Theological questions
lie jumbled in my mind,
one in particular,
that is quite perplexing.
Can the tears of humankind
caused by our...