Gone Too Soon (Dedicated to Lorraine Vivian Hansberry)

Young, beautiful and gifted

Her literature lifted

My soul to heights that reached the sun

Scorched my wings till I came undone

Unraveled, uncertain, unsure but surely stirred
Lest I dry in the sun like a dream deferred

But I won't shrivel in the face of the struggle

For she spoke the black experience and 

about

a

country in trouble

With its dirty secret, its fatal flaw

of separate not equal being practice as the law

But her truth to power was unflinching and persistent

and

helped advanced the dialogue on civil rights and the negro resistance

A revolutionary thinker with a mind finely tuned

and a star that shined brightly
 but gone too soon.

T.C

Iam Tim Clark All rights reserved c 2017