Dear Youth,



Thought I'd drop a line

to let you know you've got time.

So many cares cast upon lack.

Never fulfilled, you worry that you're fat

or unattractive or dumb.

Prosecuted by every thought, your life becomes humdrum --

the same old routine.

Doubt. Want. Envy. Where's your self-esteem?

Your will to live rather than sit still?

Don't tell me you're going to permit this kill!

Don't you know you're all you need

to succeed

and soar…

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My mother wore patches of white flour

as badges of honor.

From her ruby cheeks

to her sweat-stained blouse,

the light dusting promised

a feast of

fried chicken, collard greens,

and pecan pie.

A simple dinner in our home

served with fanfare of the heart.

Lapping the juices

from my shiny fingers,

I saw love mirrored in Mama's eyes –

chestnut orbs that hid

the pain encased in her heart.

Always sitting the table for three.

Hoping…

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I’m from the gravel roads of St. Rose and the suburban lanes of Kenner.

From the urban streets of New Orleans. All in all, I’m Louisiana grown.



I’m from the formality of Mardi Gras and the rebellion of Zulu’s carnival.

From the legacy and history of the Mardi Gras Indians.

I’m from old folks axing, “Who dat at the doh?”

From “Who dat say they gonna beat them Saints?”

I’m from “How ya mama and them?”

From “Fa sho!” and “Huh bruh!”



I’m from rural…

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It may seem corny or even creepy

But I have loved you since I first saw your name

Printed on white paper.

Permanently etched in my mind:

Henrietta Jones, Erin Plasiance, Maya Jones,

Christopher Holloway, Justin Jack, Kierra Hart --

The list is infinite.

Even when your names escape my tongue,

Your prepubescent faces remain.

Stained upon my heart. Unchanged by time.

There is just something about a teacher's students.

Once assigned to a… Continue