"A Rasin in the Sun"

These are really great poems, so please enjoy. :)

"Chicago Sunrise"

Chicago Sunrise

I was travelling the new worldand on my way from north to south

I found myself in ChicagoI saw the sunrise and forgot about you

It shone a different lightand I escaped you - there is someone else on my mind for now

It brought to light the windy city, cold and bleak, like the embers of you and me

I knew I was off to a better places where the sun shines, clearing my headthere you fade with the setting sun

victoria mcvicar

"Chicago Sunrise"

Chicago Sunrise

I was travelling the new worldand on my way from north to south
I found myself in ChicagoI saw the sunrise and forgot about you
It shone a different lightand I escaped you - there is someone else on my mind for now
It brought to light the windy city, cold and bleak, like the embers of you and me
I knew I was off to a better places where the sun shines, clearing my headthere you fade with the setting sun
victoria mcvicar

"Africa"

Africa

Africa my Africa Africa my mother landland of milk and honeyland of natural beauty
Africa land where i live
Africa my AfricaA land of great rulers
Africa my Africaland of natureA land were nature livesAfrica my
AfricaA land blessed by God himselfOn the day of creation God threw diamond like stonegold like rain
He dropped crude oil like rainAfrica my
Africaland of milk and honey
Abisoye Sejoro

" The South Side of Chicago"

''The South Side of Chicago'' by David HartThe South
Side of ChicagoWhence those
childhood years were spentSkip-walking upon
grimacing cracked sidewalksHastening
through filth floored garbage
cannedflanked alleyways to-The forlorn
house-windows weeping chrystalline
shards-cascading glass tears'Property
Condemned' blared in scarlet on the
door.'Someone lives there' it was said, 'the
man who gathers things from the
garbage cans'The pebble strewn church yard,
where, in prickly winter,
scarved boys coerce the bell to toll with swift
flungsnowballs catapaulted
to a shivering bell tower.The South Side of Chicago,
The year of the big
church fireThat day it did burn and clawAt the hot black
night sky.People
gathered, assembled in solemnityAghast, huddled and shoving to
seeThat
hallowed place whose torrentsOf Sunday's serenities and dressupsNow
would no
longer be.The South Side of ChicagoThere, the swill darkened tavernThat
nightly gulped down shadow faced spectresA lad cries out, 'the bar, someone
stabbed in thehead, come and see'.'Not I', I said, 'not a sight I'd care to
see', as an acidic sadness enveloped me.The boys came together wearing
theirjackets and coats-symbols affixed, emblemsproudly donned-so they knew
who
they were.'Wanna join? ' 'No thanks', I said, 'Glad to bejust solitary
me'.I
watched them, fighting their rivalsWith chains, steel pipes and
knivesFearing
their bloody deeds.Content to be aloneAlone and freeThe South
Side of ChicagoIn
cramped classrooms scented insoap and sawdustMostly
attentive I would beAmidst
tatterly clothed children-waiting for recess,
lunch ortime to go home.At recess,
the garbage men cameAnd roused a
battalion of ratsThat scattered pell-mellAmidst
little girl shrieksand
screamsLittle boys chortlingChased those rats
frightenedawayFar awayOn the
South Side of Chicago2001DHartUSA

A Dream Deferred

A Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes homepage
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-- And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?