Burning, pulsating, passionate, hopeful, profound, insightful, and touching. Poetry of loss, inequality, fears, violence, and promise. There were so many poems that I loved. The artwork of the Nigerian artist is dramatic, yet simple. Dr. Martina McGowan is a phenomenally talented poet that I highly recommend. Here is one of her impressive poems:
In My Rearview Mirror
In my rearview mirror
I hear the sirens long before I see the lights
Before the vehicle comes into view
Is it a fire truck?
An ambulance?
Or a police car?
Two of these cause no trepidation
No quickening of pulse.
When I look again in my rearview mirror
I see the police lights
Rushing toward me
Sirens blaring
Getting louder
Closer
I am certain they are not coming for me
Well, reasonably certain
I have done nothing wrong
I go over my internal checklist
Speed limit - ok
Correct lane - check
License in purse - yes
Registration and insurance in the glove box - yes
Everything I might need to reach for clearly visible - yes ...
I think
Tags up to date - probably
All should be well
But I know what I look like
I know how the world sees me
I know that sitting or driving in my car I fit the proverbial
profile
Black
Too dark sunglasses
Dreadlocks
Sex, unknown
Probably singing too loudly, even though my windows are
closed
Out of fear
I slow down
I drift further to the right
I try, with some sense of urgency,
To blend in with those driving much too slowly
I struggle to get my breathing under control
Loosening my grip on the steering wheel
Checking see if there is anything else that looks suspicious
on the front seats
Even though I know in my heart and in my logical mind that
Nothing and everything can be suspicious
They finally pass by
I almost drop my head to the steering wheel in relief
A trickle of sweat running down my back
Because of the fear
The real fear in this:
One day this will not end so well.