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Robin "Robbie" Ayele
Md, USA |
| Robin "Robbie" Ayele is a novelist, poet and publisher. Her first book of poetry, Chocolate City Chronicles was released mid summer 2007. She is working on a second poetry book. She has two novels coming out in 2008 under her company, Chocolate Angel Publications. Her works have been featured on the TimBookTu online web site where she has received numerous accolades. She has also written articles for Baltimore publications. She is a long-time member of both the Baltimore and Prince George's County chapters of the Black Writers Guild of Maryland, the Diva Writers Group, the Baltimore Playwrights, the Black Writers United Online group, Sisters in Crime (suspense and mystery writer organization), Sankofa Literary Society and Delta Sigma Theta Sorority. She has studied writing under esteemed author Marita Golden and been recognized by renowned poet Sonia Sanchez and prestigious film director Spike Lee. A world traveler, she has been through most of Europe and lived in Ethiopia, Africa with her husband. A graduate of Temple University and Morgan State University, Mrs. Ayele currently resides in Maryland. |
Alabama Blue Skies
To sing of the pain of ages.
Most of it not in the pages
of any history books.
Or most places you look.
But it's still there.
Of a people who had much to bear.
And endure even when others didn't care.
And as they fought and dared to defy hateful snares.
As strange fruit hung from trees and souls lay bare.
As desperate cries touched deaf ears,
And mothers poured plenty tears
in the steamy cotton fields where backs were seared
and the dream of a hot meal be it the last produced fear.
When signs posted 'No entry" and hostile stares ran afoul.
There was no where to lay down a head in a comfy bed.
And as heat rose and sidewalks fried,
and the beatings endured for the right to survive.
And the only hope was to be able to vote
under Alabama's blue skies as dark clouds float.
As a people prayed they would not fall
although old Jim ruled and police dogs mauled.
They stood tall like oak trees
though oppression lived on city streets.
Where blood flowed and congealed
in the blazing summer hell.
And people prayed for justice, freedom and peace,
in the hopes of no more agonized cries of defeat. |  | | | In her first book of poetry, Robbie shares a compilation of moving poems meant to remind a people of where they have come from, where they are right now, and the possibilities for the future. They touch on a range of hot topics that have affected African-American people through their unique experience. She pulls no punches as she takes her readers on a worthwhile journey that can inform, inspire, and heal as they all dream to recapture that natural ebb and flo. |
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