I Am Old Enough To Dye
- November 2002
- 19 - The Anthology Of Woman
- 19 - Breathing Through The ...
- 19 - Prophesies Candles
- 19 - Nubians National ...
- 19 - Charity Have Mercy
- 19 - Dreams and Visions
- 19 - The Golden Cup Cries ...
- March 2003
- 12 - Man Who Hides From Truth
- 12 - Wisdom And Life
- April 2003
- 10 - Fear Not My Sons
- May 2003
- 08 - Cover Me with Scented ...
- 08 - The Lord Is My Shepard
- 08 - Poet after my death
- September 2003
- 25 - Tears I shed The Blood
- November 2003
- 20 - I Danced With God
- 20 - The Reason For The ...
- January 2004
- 15 - Confessions Of Love
- February 2004
- 13 - Baby Girl Save Your ...
- 13 - The Ten Commandments Of ...
- 13 - DEVELOPMENT OF WILL
- 13 - The Drawings Master ...
- January 2005
- 17 - The Women Warriors Are ...
- February 2005
- 23 - Darker Than The Door
- 23 - Author Jacqueline Amos
- March 2005
- 19 - Oh Black Mammy Strong ...
- 19 - Black Girl, Dont You ...
- April 2005
- 15 - Judge Me At The Bar Not ...
- 15 - The Talking Tree
- 15 - Old Man Locks Of Gray
- December 2007
- 22 - Confinment
Darker Than The Door
The outside is silent and the inside cries for freedom
The open locks of thy hair, and the Egyptian Toro that I
The darkness whispers as the light seeks to the back door.
The ebony, those represent the stroll of a queen.
The rights of passage hole the key to the dungeon that I
I shall cry in silence, my dignity stands before my spirit.
Darker than the door, which signifies, a name that was
To subside my image; The revelation has not change.
The signs branded in my skin, the darker than the door
Speaks silence as the door continues to creep.
Thy wear the scripts of my ancestors, what rage that we
One might say, hell of fire that release
the bronze spirit, of the lost books;
Who are the black women, as the world sits?
Before my door, I continue to live
The coffin continues to open to give me air, wisdom bronze
in the soul.
The back door is darker than the source, but the light
shall shine in the morning;