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by Poet t.l. sanders


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aRose a whisper into the window

awakens to chasten the query while chasing the quarry

the distance traveled not by miles but in minutes

this momentum lessens the limits

for siblings living in infinite centuries

July the sixteenth

organist, teacher, worship leader

is one score and four years running on

her way to Sunday service for God’s sake

in this minute—Ms. Jennings—by faith

breaks the color barrier

she Rosa Parks herself on the streetcar next

to nascent words whispered

into the window

on the metro, Montgomery


you ride with me

this quote grows hope evergreen and

persistence climbs high like Ivy’s

flowers tower ivory towers with one goal: courage

to drive initiative

she is Time

her arrival is destined to revive this whisper

‘cause Time rights wrongs

with an editing pencil;

thus, Time writes songs and poems and

performs symphonic similes similar

to tunes of jazz and two-toned blues and sentimental

colorful, classical, autobiographical synchronous

words whisper into the window

this Time is 16-year-old

a conductor

for the On The Ground Railroad.

San Francisco Streetcar

yes, Dr. Angelou said it best “... still, like dust,

before 400 hundred years ago

much more than a slave. We are

before the ocean

brought boats to the coast

before the land bought

the folks stole. We are

before windows

before whispers

before words

before gibberish

Quit limiting Black History to four centuries.

Start whispering into the window

“Ignorance is temporal

Wisdom is infinity

Infinity is invisible


you ride with me!”

never a question. It is




the Will to ride alongside

Mrs. Parks was correct

when she sat in that moment

was the exact spot

she was supposed to be sitting



you ride with me

Ms. Jennings winning from

the beginning stood tall

who came before her

now it is Lizzie who understands tall

for she is our Earth on whom

we stand tall


you ride with me

Maya believed as she shined

light on those night roads in spite of

black codes coached by Jim Crow

when folks’ goal was to hurt her

an absurdity. We are observing

phenomenal women who

“... walk into a room

just as cool as you please,

on their command

the fellows stand or

fall down on their knees”

because the Will of these queens is

“a hive of honey bees.” It is written

in a poem called “Phenomenal Woman”

literally a literary


you ride with me

was never a question

for Harriet Tubman when it came

to saving slaves’ lives, her train rides

rode focused and free from within like these

KC Streetcars have a transit app

Mama Moses—the Map

would unload boats of cargo

to go right back through

the Alleghenies of Pennsylvania

less for the amusement and

more for the movement

that led to liberty or death

let’s expect

strong Will

to ride

even when the freight fretted the road ahead

en route to the depot, General Tubman would open

her soul to show the words whispered into the window

then she would whisper into their ears

the Will is the constant

wasn’t wasn’t an option

wasn’t isn’t an option

wasn’t won’t be an option

whispered into the window



you ride with me


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