Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: Too Real to be Unreal
Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: Write a fantasy poem. Too Real to be Unreal They say all heroes don’t wear capes. Fact, none of mine ever marched or spoke in a tailored wool, velvet, or satin one. All I ever saw was African descents, Black refined diamonds gleaming at the valleys and mountains of redlines; planting solidarity at the feet of picket lines in their natural born ebony skin with smooth extremities, robust like onyx; their elevated intelligence quotient always interrogated, mocked, and doubted; and their comprehensive voices, in range like the Mississippi mass choir in sync for the people. They were far from being popular, commercialized holiday figurines. Not ever seen like an Easter bunny, but they regifted the new life of emancipation to a black kid like me. Not once a Santa and Mrs. Claus but they delivered real immeasurable magic of innovations, inspirations, and institutional development to a historical bloodline and timeline for a l...