by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
The Wall Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed (2 Kings 20:2-6). God heard his lamentations and added 15 years to his life. Sometimes, what seems to be hemming us in, in fact, the key to our rescue. When we run out of room to run, we might find ourselves...
by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
De Huse Niggah We are all siblings, brothers and sisters, made by one Creator, Father God. How can we not sympathize with each other? Race is a manmade construction, for according to Acts 17:24-26, “God, who made the world and everything in it, … has made from one...
by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
A Little Boy The easiest thing to do is to strike back when attacked. Although only a young undergraduate, I had been bequeathed with much wisdom from my mother. She used to say just because someone calls you a dog doesn’t mean that you have to bark. One day, I was...
by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
Little Black Girl Sing There is just something about a song, its harmony, melody, and rhythm. When it leaves a mouth and enters the atmosphere, something changes. We are moved. The words came from her mouthwith rounded black fullnesslike a newborn Negro babe She sang...
by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
Unearthed For anyone who has ever worked in a garden, pruning, weeding, hoeing, planting, you will know that the earth does not yield its pleasures so easily. Hard labor, and nothing trite, is needed to unearth its beauty. Our soul can be hardest of grounds, and...
