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
Old Man Locks Of Gray
old man whose locks were grays;
And the valleys echoed, sing his earnest lay.
When the sharp iron ; I am older enough to die,
Wounds his inmost soul,
The inner spirit embrace the mission of de world
I have live life lessons, un rehearse, oh the old tired
Bones, I am old enough to die.
God has answered! Glory, glory!
O'er the screaming souls, the chains began to break
Green earth let it speed; By the soul of redemption; Lord
Sun and stars take up the story,
Nevermore a slave shall bleed;
Shout deliverance for the freeman,
Send him succor in his need.
Shout it over land and sea;
Slavery from earth is driven,
And the Souls are free
For him, when fate has tortured ones soul, de frame
What hope of mind, and the scars upon mans self denial,
Shall darken any hopes of return.
To weep together, or together die.
The burning village, and the blazing town:
Oh de lord here I mourn
Dragged from Africas my cry;
Truth, the bright invention; whod disdain.
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more
Thy ancestors, fertility of great life,
Never accomplishing mission, upon
the African Nile, that sets before he,
have heroes break the links of fate.
Within the body glow, the inner light shall be the force,
De shortened nature's date strife, the house within
Must retire upon life.
Streams forever flow, and there flowers forever blow,
For that, have gladly met their fate
Unto him, with no merit of life, no hero's pride sustains,
No trust of the blissful visions sooth his inner pains;
I am older enough to die.