“WE SHALL OVERCOME?” © PJ Hayward New York, 2017 In my youth I was a fierce militant. I was certain that we, the Youth of America, would overthrow our elitist, arrogant and controlling government and that our battle cry of Inclusiveness, Brotherhood and Enough for All, would reign. In those days, while I had great … More “WE SHALL OVERCOME?”
LawdyMissClawdy – Life Speaks is proud to announce a new, very talented contributor to our Young Authors section. A high school senior, Lila Tabor is a young lady who views the world with a uniquely inquisitive and discerning eye, an eye that also always leaves room for a great sense of humor! We hope you will enjoy this … More WHY DOES SANTA GET ALL THE CREDIT?
SISTER JEAN © PJ Hayward New York, 2016 Revised from first publication © PJ Hayward, New York 2008 and 2013 by Hold On Publications In my youth I was one of those kids some people referred to as “A Handful”. Others called me “Out of control”, “Just plain bad”, “Juvenile delinquent” etc. My father, who … More SISTER JEAN
In looking through some old notes I found an unpublished post written by our Senior Contributing Writer, “Q” Montgomery, who was tragically taken from us almost two years ago. Now, especially in light of the murderous rampage being waged today against the black man by some of our so-called “peace officers” who are sworn to … More A MESSAGE TO THE BROTHERS
THE 600 YEAR OLD TREE © PJ Hayward New York, 2016 Sunday morning I woke up to a fabulous Fall day; cool, crisp Fall air, blue skies and bright, beautiful sunshine – what a morning! Sunday was to be a family day and my son suggested we take advantage of the weather and go for … More THE 600 YEAR OLD TREE
ONE HUG © Aaron James Tabor New York, 2016 I leave a job where I get paid too little, To return to a home where rent is too high, I eat food that I can barely afford, I sleep on a thousand dollar mattress, hard as a rock. I give children knowledge and in return … More ONE HUG
SPRING © Bernard W. Saunders Iture-Elmina, Ghana West Africa June 3, 2016 Thump, thump, thump, thump. The sound penetrated my sleep besodden mind; nudging my wet body grudgingly awake in my sweat soaked bed. It had been a restless night, lights out, no fan, shutters closed against the rain that seeps through the wooden slats with … More SPRING