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December 2007

Violette L. Reid, Editor & Creator

A Word From the Editor

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Violette L. Reid

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SPIRITUAL THOUGHT

PEOPLE AROUND THE WORLD

(Spotlight Interviews)

Interview 1

What is your name?

CREATIVE CORNER

Crossing the Street
by Rita Ogburn-McCall

Crossing the street
I noticed a bag woman
at the corner and pitied her.
She needs to be saved.
A smile spread her lips
in my direction.
I too smiled in ignorance
at those who passed me,
but now I know better.
She stared at the crease
I left in my shift. The iron took too long
to heat and I was in a hurry.
Some people have no understanding.
They need to be saved.
A block ahead, a man tipped his hat
to me. He looked like the men
who would hold out dollar bills
and laugh as I tried to plead
my young way into access.
So I turned my head,
he needs to be saved.
A woman stumbled pass me
pulling close her purse. Her 2-inch
heel caught my toe, we collided.
The odor of her cologne embraced me.
It was 1983, the club was jumpinï¿½
Mick Daniels was rubbing
on my butt. My halter hung low
with sweat over heartbeats
deep as base controlling
the crowd. I lost his baby
and him the same night.
So here is this woman apologizing for her life.
That girl needs to be saved.
A couple blocked my way
into the corner store. He smiled
into her eyes and she into his;
just like Thomas and me
before I found out he was married.
His wife called my house
every day looking for him
until I realized that I wasnï¿½t the only
other one and told her so.
And we cried and
she got saved.
I pushed my way past
these two, who showed no compassion
for others. So absorbed in lust
and emptiness. Caught up in each other,
they looked through me, around me.
I take much care to be removed now.
Since Sister Lucy sat me down
at Holy Gospel Rebellion and said
the red stockings made Henry beat me.
Short skirts made Julius take me
from my motherï¿½s home to lose me.
The cut of my blouse brought tears
to the eyes of women. Too much lipstick
and eyeliner made Jesus not love me.
She gave me a plain brown wrapper
and a scowl to wear
-- then I was saved,
then I was saved.
Copyright 2003

Hidden Observer

They say that god walks with us in each step of life,
Guiding us through happiness and strife.
They say time is a companion to remind us all,
We must seize the day before we fall.
They say that water is a mirror,
And by looking in it, we can see things clearer.
They say that beauty is a bird,
The thought of reaching it is absurd.

They say that death is a reaper,
Think of him, and fear sinks deeper.
All these secrets in many things,
Obsession to find them is what age brings.
I have found the secret of life,
It is hidden in sweet delight.
Her lips smile, But her heart is torn,
My love is a mile,
Walking on thorns.

Her eyes reflect the world around me,
What would happen if she had not found me?
Love, lust, time, death, and tao are in her.
Meeting her gaze, my heart stirs.
On the water, the moon shines,
Such a sight is earthly divine.
I embrace the water and fall from my boat,
The moon is not there, and I have no strength to float.
Without her, I sink to the depth,

The drums of hell beat in my head, as I fall to my final rest,
My heart has turned from flower to lead.
My love, wishes, and dreams are left unfed.
Let this be a lesson to all you lovers, take her, make her yours,
Before her heart is all closed doors.