AMERICAN ENCOUNTER
poem by:
Ann Parks
Written
on Jan 06, 2015
I watch the news from USA and cry you know? and cry a young black man can't breathe a young black man shot dead but guess what? If the divine force loves variety of creation then who are we to argue and say which of his creations can live and which can be forsaken. I worked in a store in birmingham England and had an experience there. I served a woman we clicked we got talking. she was african but more: she was an american. As we talked I sensed it: she was utter beauty. It was as if an invisible, indestructable shawl woven from hard won threads of dignity peace and strength had been draped tenderly around her by mists of doting forebears! With glittering black eyes the wretched and the bleeding the activists and the achievers stood right in front of me silent and invisible protecting their precious one: I could not escape this notion. Please, sad America in all your pain still pledge allegiance now you come from the best so aspire to the best and yes remember too That whatever your skin hue whatever your fears and though their patterns vary you all wear the shawls spun long ago from grit and love and beauty.
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ann parks commented:
I want to dedicate my poem to Austin Daniel.
Whilst chatting to the lady in the poem I discovered her name was Wallace, like Biggy and William Wallace.
She in turn found out that my name was Parks, like Rosa. We liked being connected somehow to freedom fighters! "We forward in this generation triumphantly" (Bob Marley) Love always Ann xxxx
Diamond Dorris
commented:
That was a good poem you have a talent don't let it get away from you
ann parks
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many thanks Diamond Dorris !
Daniel Parks
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Hi Ann. I am your great grandfather from the USA. Glad to see you have my appreciation for poetry writing, a trait that runs in our family. I like your poem and it speaks of caring for others.
Nice work.
ann parks
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hey Daniel, thanks for your encouragement....my great grandfather was a tug boat master on the river thames in London and was killed when a v2 rocket blew the vessel out of the water in world war 2. It was change of watch so both crews were killed. my grandfather was 77 years old and still working.....my dad was 18 and in the navy.
I beleive that one of great grandad,s brothers went to usa....so we may be related....
Milton Robertson
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Very good and very true. But will this ever cease, or will it take The Prince Of Peace...
Christopher Russon
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This poem is very inspirational.
your poems a very well written Ann.
