In the spring of 1996, poet Ronaldo Wilson led a group of students from the High School of Graphic Communication Arts through a six session poetry workshop at the Columbus Branch of The New York Public Library. Suddenly I see visions of Mother flash before me my eyes. I tell her do hear my lonely cries. I get up and say This is going to be another dreadful day. Once upon a great distant land, Drums are playing as loud as they can.
Nothing is to be said and nothing is to be done.
There's no jumping up and down or no having fun. You can hear people breathe as loud as they can. Deep pitched noises like thunder crashing Never making the same noise twice. The only gift I have The beads on my dress bounce against my chest, thigh and ankle as I move with the tempo. Christina writing thank you too.