Eartha Kitt and Me

I came Jordon Down Gym in South Central, L.A.every Saturdy morning to be with Eartha KittShe was small just like meShe had high cheekbones just like me.The power in her voiceThe fire in her eyesHer laugh soared over six conga playersand filled the whole gym.I wanna be just like you, Miss Kitt.Oh, Jean it’s you,Continue reading “Eartha Kitt and Me”

Reflections

I am the mirror by the front door Framed in wood and colorful tiles oval shaped like a long face She glances at me but less these days I remind her to stand up straight and keep that inner smile Lately, I notice her shoulder drooping Somethings going on. I am the hallway mirror lightContinue reading “Reflections”