This poem, Word Magic, was written earlier in January when so many news stories were focused still on the November election, the insurrection on January 6 of the Capital, and the upcoming inauguration. The news was filled with stories; some deemed to be false but still passionately held as beliefs, so were stories of the growing number of hate groups that few of us knew existed. This poem is my plea for people to pay attention to their words. Understand the harm that is caused by them if not kept in check.
“In the beginning was the word…” And the word was planted Like a seed in the fertile ground> And it created a world.
The world, so powerful, Like pure magic Strung together, it formed Beautiful dreams.
But people were not careful With the word. They did not choose wisely Instead words spread anger, hate, judgement, and lies.
The word is magic; The greatest gift of all Yet if misused It creates a dream of Hell.
Black Magic Puts spells on people. Opinions and lies Spread like invasive weeds.
We, human beings, own the power Of the word. We need to own the seeds Planted by us as well.
Our seeds, Our garden. Plant with care. Control the weeds and Beautiful flowers will grow.
2021, let this be the year of the word. Rid your garden of gossip and Conspiracy theories Intended to sow fear and distrust.
Instead spread sees of acceptance And understanding. Speak with love, truth, and inclusion. Watch pure magic bloom.
I wrote this poem, in February after listening to Amanda Gorman deliver her poem at the Inaugaration on January 20 called “The Hill We Climb”. It was such an incredible moment. Our poetry group talked about it at our next session. Each of us has some piece that stood out to us. My focus was on her timing for reading each line – how she’d flow from one line to another without pause and then stop on a specific word as emphasis.
I then wrote “It’s Time” as a way to try her approach but share it now as a way to honor the end of Black History Month with a hope that we keep working on equality for all. It’s Time!