I am sure this is the beginning of a poem. Everything in my life seems to be. When my predominantly black class did not know who Maya Angelou was this week, it broke my heart, but not enough for me to not use it as a teachable moment. I wore my Maya Angelou shirt the next day. I just happened to have it packed for this week long trip. It reads:

“My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.” Maya Angelou.

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Reflection of State Theatre Poetry Residency
February 4-15, 2013 New Brunswick New Jersey

Everywhere I go my heart obviously goes with me, but mine accompanies me as a palpable beacon. After all, I am a highly sensitive person and a poet. Is that a redundant statement? During the last two weeks in New Brunswick mi Corazon flashed signals more than usual. How would you know my heart is signaling? You would only have to ask my twin daughters: Amber and Celeste. They would testify to the copious amount of tears I daily shed and the clutching of my chest, when I witness beauty and also me saying, that speaks to me. Read more