Hey, do you all remember many many ago moons,

When our parents hung oversized wooden forks and spoons...

On the dining room or kitchen wall

Along with a larger than life portrait of MLK, Jr. 

And the first black Mayor of Chicago

Harold Washington,

See that is just how I want to hover around in your Memory's 

Sun.

I want to be perennially embroidered & etched,

In your cerebral cortex like an Etch a Sketch!

That you just can't shake and erase cuz I want my words to loom

& linger around like your favorite grammar school teacher's perfume...

Be it Chanel No. 5 , Enjolie or Clinique...

No matter what goes down or comes up I want to be one of the first poets that you think...

Of when you go back down your lane of memory and the trips seem to take longer and longer.

Because living in the Green's as children life taught us that 'what doesn't kill us makes us stronger';

It 'takes all kinds to make a world and 'you can't have everything when you wake up',

To never be someone's second or third choice or to follow behind anyone like a love sick pup.

The most that you can ever do is the best that you can,

So along these lines I want to leave you with this:  Let no one draw your line in the sand.