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Mira Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Nov-06-08 02:52 PM
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Somebody stop me from posting so much (after this precious Election night drawing) that must have yo


I had a few choices of where to be election eve and I chose the local YWCA, with about 70 black folk and 2 whites, awaiting the returns.
I had chosen that location because I had suspected this would be the place where I could experience what was happening the best. They are my customers and my friends.

I watched a gorgeous little boy draw with high concentration as we all concentrated on the TV screen. When he pushed it away, I asked to see it, and now you can too.

I bought it from him for $ 2 and said I would put it on a T-shirt for me and one for him to memorialize the evening.

Do I need to tell you how phenomenal it was at 11 pm?
I know I don't, and I don't have the words to try.

But I do know that never before, and never again will I see so many happy explosions into tears.

I wanted to be "Black on a Tuesday night"

Am posting this wonderful poem by Maya Angelou who lives here in Winston-Salem


Weekend Glory


Some clichty folks
don't know the facts,
posin' and preenin'
and puttin' on acts,
stretchin' their backs.

They move into condos
up over the ranks,
pawn their souls
to the local banks.
Buying big cars
they can't afford,
ridin' around town
actin' bored.

If they want to learn how to live life right
they ought to study me on Saturday night.

My job at the plant
ain't the biggest bet,
but I pay my bills
and stay out of debt.
I get my hair done
for my own self's sake,
so I don't have to pick
and I don't have to rake.

Take the church money out
and head cross town
to my friend girl's house
where we plan our round.
We meet our men and go to a joint
where the music is blue
and to the point.

Folks write about me.
They just can't see
how I work all week
at the factory.
Then get spruced up
and laugh and dance
And turn away from worry
with sassy glance.

They accuse me of livin'
from day to day,
but who are they kiddin'?
So are they.

My life ain't heaven
but it sure ain't hell.
I'm not on top
but I call it swell
if I'm able to work
and get paid right
and have the luck to be Black
on a Saturday night.


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jkshaw Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Nov-06-08 02:56 PM
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1. Wonderful, Mira!
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