by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
Voices The juke joint for some people is as much a sanctuary as the church. They offer incense and worship at the bar’s confessional. The cafe looked worse on d’inside than out.The floor was half-way fallin’ apart.The wood was rotted.An’ de bar was nodin but a bunch...
by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
Empty Baskets At some time or other, we have all felt as if we arrived empty-handed, depleted, with no more to give. The crumbs from our tables, even that we hold onto tightly. For us, there is a grace found in the multiplying hands and prayers of Jesus. I gathered up...
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...
