THEODORE MOSLEY Poems

I CAN'T BREATHE
My life is not mine to sojourn with others, as I live within my corridors of hatred.

I hear the silent thoughts of others, with temptations of actions that burn their desires.
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IMITATION OF LIFE

Walking in the wilderness of sin, the rivers of unbelief become the foundation of mortal graves as they fed their flesh of tomorrow.
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TREES DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
At the dawning of time we look and find creation on the eyes of the creator.
The seas and the mountains are waking to the touch of smiles coming from heaven.
We see the trees dancing in the moonlight and the stars begin to explore darkness for resting.
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Lest they forget I was born in 1791 and in 1821 was the first black man awarded a patent for my "Dry Scouring Technique" in my tailoring business. My name is Thomas L Jennings and my "Dry Scouring Technique" created modern day "Dry Cleaning".

Lest they forget my name is Daniel Hale Williams and I was a General Surgeon in 1893. In 1891 I established the first non-segregated hospital in the U.S. in Chicago called "The Provident Hospital". In 1913 I was the only Black Man elected to "American College of Surgeons".
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Her absolute mind of independence while serving her king is her humility.

Her battles are fought in the palace with her words of encouragement.
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On the hills of life and living in a world where justice and freedom was handcuffed day and night.

We wanted to give education to uneducated lives being destroyed because of our difference.
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He was on his way home from school and seen a puppy playing alone.
Grabbing the puppy he was grabbed and his sight was taken from him.
My name is Michael and I woke up inside a cage with other crying children.
Scared and crying he wanted to run but his fear held him inside his cage.
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Days of sorrow have passed and nights of wanting to find solace in arms of deceit are withdrawn.

His body of troubles is being comforted with eyes of love and kindness.
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Alcolu South Carolina in 1929 is where I received my breath of life in freedom as a young black man and in June of 1944 my history began with my death.

Freedom of speech to 11 year old Betty June Binnicker and 8 year old Mary Emma Thames concluded my dreams of life.
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TREASURES HIDDEN
Carved out of the mountains in time where we lived came the chains of transformation
The hills of restoration and conservation became burial grounds for the first chapter.
Detained and destitute we watched the stars disappear in the eyes of our captors.
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