Not As Free as Others

Here in America, we consider ourselves the Land of the Free; but for Women and Blacks and many other minorities, that’s not always been the case.

As I have before, I am sharing with you today the words of sages past, wonderful American poets who put things in perspective far better than I can.  All selections and bios are taken from 101 Great American Poemspublished by The American Poetry & Literacy Project.

I hope you enjoy them, and that they make you think, as they make me think, about how much better we need to do — and can do with a bit of effort.


To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.

If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.

If ever wife was happy in a man,

Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,

Or all the riches that the East doth hold.

My love is such that rivers cannot quench,

Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.

They love is such I can no way repay;

The heavens reward thee manifold I pray

Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere

That when we live no more, we may live ever

–Anne Bradstreet (1612?-1672) – America’s first published poet, the wife and daughter of governors of the Massachusetts Bay Colony and mother of eight.


Bury Me in a Free Land

Make me a grave where’er you will,

In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill,

Make it among earth’s humblest graves,

But not in  land where men are slaves.


I could not rest if around my grave

I heard the steps of a trembling slave:

His shadow above my silent tomb

Would make it a place of fearful gloom.


I could not rest if I heard the tread

Of a coffle gang to the shambles led,

And the mother’s shriek of wild despair

Rise like a cures on the trembling air.


I could not sleep if I saw the lash

Drinking her blood at each fearful gash,

And I saw her babes torn from her breast,

Like trembling doves from their parent nest.


I’d shudder and start if I heard the bay

Of blood-hounds seizing their human prey;,

And I heard the captive plead in vain

As they bound afresh his galling chain.


If I saw young girls from their mother’s arms

Bartered and sold for their youthful charms,

My eye would flash with mournful flame,

My death-paled cheek grow red with shame.

I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might

Can rob no man of his dearest right;

My rest shall be calm in any grave

Where none can call his brother as slave.


I ask no monument, proud and high,

To arrest the gaze of passers-by;

All that my yearning spirit craves,

Is bury me not in a land of slaves

–Frances E.W. Harper (1825-1911); Frances Harper used her writing as a vehicle for advocating racial equality (she was herself the daughter of freed slaves) and women’s rights.



Laugh, and the world laughst with you;

weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

but has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer,

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound

But shrink from voicing care.


Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve , and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life’s gall.


Feast, and your halls are crowded

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

–Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919); Her sentimental and passionate verse was published in newspapers and magazines throughout America, garnering a readership almost unequaled in her time.



Peace flows into me

As the tide to the pool by the shore;

It is mine forevermore,

It will not ebb like the sea


I am the pool of blue

That worships the vivid sky

My hopes were heaven-high,

The all fulfilled in you.


I am the pool of gold

When sunset burns and dies —

You are my deepening skies;

Give me your stars to hold.

–Sara Teasdale (1884-1933).  Teasdale won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1918.


I, Too

I, too, sing America


I am the darker brother.

They send me to eat in the kitchen

When company comes,

But I laugh,

And eat well,

And grow strong.



I’ll be at the table

When company comes

Nobody’ll dare

Say to me,

“Eat in the kitchen,”




They’ll see how beautiful I am

and be ashamed —


I, too, am America

–Langston Hughes (1902-1967) Hughes was drawn to New York by its role as the crucible of black cultural activity.  The work he produced there — including poetry that wedded traditional poetic forms to jazz and the blues — won him the sobriquet “the band of Harlem.”


Still Here

I’ve been scarred and battered

My hopes the wind done scattered

Snow has friz me, sun has baked me.

Looks like between ’em

They done tried to make me

Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’ —

But I don’t care

I’m still here!

–Langston Hughes (1902-1967)


Black Mountain, NC Photographed and Copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2012

Black Mountain, NC Photographed and Copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2012

Fire We Make by Alicia Keys

Hope & Love Radio

This song is a request by one of my new friends. Enjoy!!!

It’s crazy
It’s crazy
Come on, come on yeah
I wanna tell you really
Oh yeah, all I know yeah
I wanna know yeah

Hey baby how you doing tonight
I wanna let you know
I wanna tell you just how I feel
I wanna love you baby
And it’s going so right
I wanna burn a candle
Turn the darkness to the light

With the fire we make
It’s getting hotter and hotter
Like a moth to a flame
I can’t stay away
From the fire we make
It’s getting higher and higher
Like the night to the day
I can’t stay away
No no no… (yeah)… no
(Oh yeah)
No No… (yeah)… stay away

Hey baby, won’t you tell me the truth
You wanna be the one
You can’t stay away

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‘They don’t know you like we do’: Australian Principal’s Inspiring Letter to His Students

Kindness Blog

A Western Australia primary school teacher, Len Christie, has written a letter to his students about a controversial schooling test.

The NAPLAN (National Assessment Program-Literacy and Numeracy) is sat by children in years 3, 5, 7 and 9, between the ages of eight to fifteen. The exam tests numeracy, writing, and language conventions such as grammar and spelling.

Australian Principal's Inspiring Letter to His Students

A copy of the letter is included below:

A Letter to all Students who sat NAPLAN this year

This week you would have received your NAPLAN test results. We are pleased that you tried your very best in these challenging tests and during the weeks and months leading up to them.

I’d like you, your family, friends and teachers to remember that these tests are unable to measure all of what it is that makes you the valued person who you are. The people who have created these tests and those that mark…

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Art: The Toussaint Louverture Cultural Foundation’s “Save a Museum” Collection

Repeating Islands


The Toussaint Louverture Cultural Foundation has organized a “Save a Museum” Collection. Its goal is to raise funds for the repair of the Musée d’Art Haitien du College St Pierre, which was severely damaged by the 2010 Haitian earthquake and is still closed to the public. The first phase of the museum’s repair is completed, yet much more work is needed. Medalia Arts has joined the Foundation to help raise the needed funds.

Save a Museum Collection: Haiti is painstakingly recovering from the devastating earthquake. The Musée d’Art Haitien was severely impacted and is presently closed to the public because of the damages incurred and the lack of means to repair it. The museum was built in 1972 in the historic center of the city of Port-au-Prince. It remains one of the few institutions that preserves the Haitian paintings of the twentieth century.

Promises for funding, both national and…

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#Why I Stayed , #Why I Left

I Survived a Murder Attack -- My Family Didn't

It’s trending on Twitter, the elevator punch seen across the world. You know the one !Ray Rice the former Baltimore Raven’s running back, knocks his then fiance’, Janay out cold. This happened on camera at an Atlantic City Casino in an elevator. Preceding this altercation, the vile Ray spits on his then fiance’, also caught on camera. After Ray knocks Janay out in the elevator he’s seen dragging her unconscious body from the elevator to the lobby.

Janay and ass wipe  Ray were both arrested. When all is said and done, Janay marries Ray, a few month’s later. Ray enters a diversionary program, and if he is a good boy and completes it, this little incident of him almost killing his fiance’ is erased from the good ole’ boys record books.  For those of you wondering how could she marry this piece of shit that just knocked her ass out…

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