Bag Lady

I wrote this poem when I noticed a surge in the homeless community.  Today, especially in Los Angeles,the problem is worse than ever before.  It is sad to see people of all ages, including entire families, living under the freeway overpass.  Some of these people have a job, but can't afford to find affordable housing.  That should not be in America.

As a young black girl, having grown up in South Central, Los Angeles I have fond memories of neighborhood and community.  Over the years I have witnessed the neighborhood change.  Slowly, we are being pushed out by skyrocketing prices in homes and rentals.  We all deserve a place to call home.  My question is this, Where is our safe place in a nation that sees us as the enemy? 

We have got to fix the problem; because, none of us are safe from the plight of homelessness.  I know that but for the Grace of God, there go I.


    Bag Lady

Bag lady, bag lady every day I see you as I drive by

You always catch my eye

I know the load you carry is too heavy for you to carry alone

You’re only skin and bones

Yet, there you are walking the street

With worn out shoes on your feet

I’ve seen you brave the cold and the scorching heat,

But you never seem to concede to defeat

I’ve seen the angry rain plummeting your small frame

Again and again

I’ve seen the wind send you in an aimless twirl

It seems as if it’s you against the world

Bag lady, 

Bag lady,

Struggling on your own

It won’t be long before you are gone,

Because it must be hard waging that battle alone

I wonder how much longer will you keep holding on?

I ponder your history

Do you have family?

What is your name

And who is the blame

For you being where you are?

How did you end up having no home and no car?

I wonder if you only own the clothes you wear

And the bags you push around everywhere?

You peak my curiosity

I can’t help but admire your tenacity

And your capacity

To keep holding on

When everything is gone

Bag lady, bag lady

I worry for your safety

Out on the streets

And about whether you have enough food to eat.

I pray

I pray

Because even if you won’t concede to defeat

It’s got to be hard waging a battle against the streets.

I know there will come a day when I’ll look for you and you’ll be gone,

Because the load you’re carrying is too heavy for you to carry alone

One day soon things will unravel,

And there will finally be an end to your travel

You will be replaced

By another homeless face

That will catch my eye

As I drive by

Leaving me to ponder

And wonder

Once again
Until another story
comes to an end.

copyright 2010, Matters of the Heart

I dedicate this song to the homeless.

Women of the World...Be Encouraged

This month is Women's History month, so I celebrate and honor all of our women, from the greatest to the least, past and present.  For all that you have done, are doing and will do in the future, I say thank you.  One day soon, we will be totally appreciated and respected completely and not just for the way we look, but for who we are.

I See the Rest

Women of the world,

I see you there

Your hair,

Your dress,

Impeccable,

Yes.

I see you,

But I look beyond

Your hair,

Your dress

And see the rest.

Without a doubt,

You are beautiful inside and out,

But you want the world to see you,

In your entirety.

To look beyond your polished nails

and high heel shoes;

Not to be perceived as tough as nails,

But as someone who can compete

No matter what shoes she has on her feet.

Someone who is taken seriously by all

No matter how big or how small.

Someone who can stand firmly in position

Without being unfairly degraded by the competition.

The "phenomenal woman," that Maya described.

What a glorious tribe!

The tribe called Woman,

I see you in all your glory.

I see your beauty.

Your hair,

Your dress,

Impeccable,

Yes.

I see you,

But I look beyond

Your hair,

Your dress

And see the rest.

Would the world could see the rest. 

Copyright 2017, Patricia Newman-Harris

To the women of the world, who are not always taken seriously and are not viewed for the totality of who they are.

Voice of Reason

I keep praying the voice of reason will have it's season.    Until then, we have to speak for those who cannot speak.  We have to be the voice of the poor, the brokenhearted and the weak.  We have to intercede on behalf of the wounded and the sick.  Though they may seem like the least of men to the wealthiest of men, they are men who deserve a chance.  They have dreams too.  No one should be allowed to impose sanctions on dreams, not in America, not anywhere in the world.   

Patricia Harris 2017

Happy Birthday Michael---Thank you for Showing us that All We Need is Love

Today,  I am pausing to remember the birthday of Michael Jackson.   I feel it is fitting.  He cared so much about the outcome of others.  If he were here, he would be doing something to help those who are suffering.  So, I offer prayers to those in Houston who have lost their homes and their lives, and I offer comfort to Michael's family and to all his fans whom he loved so much.  His spirit forever lives on in his music.  Our loss was Heaven's gain.  We miss you Michael

All We Need is Love

People everywhere

need someone to care.

In a world without love

No one survives

No one can stay alive.

Until we function as one,

Peace will never come

Why is it so hard for us to see?

We are talking basic humanity.

No matter where we live,

No matter our circumstance,

We all deserve a chance.

You may think you have the homeless man beat,

But the face of the homeless changes all the time

It could be yours or mine.

We need to find common ground.

There is a sacred place where we all can abound.

If we think we can do it alone,

We may as well pack up and go home.

We don’t need a New Year’s resolution.

We need a solution.

The answer lies in the heavens above.

All we need-is love.

We don’t have to search our minds,

The answers ours to find.

We don’t need a fortune-teller

Or astrologist.

We don’t need a sociologist or psychologist.

There is no mystery,

No special key

To unlock a secret passage way

We can solve our problems today.

We don’t have to solve the case.

It is as clear as the nose on our face.

There is no special fix,

No chemicals to mix

There is an answer.

There is a way.

Only those who hear the call

Will see the light.

Others will spend a lifetime

Hopelessly searching

for answers they will never find.

When the answer has been here all the time

Written in verse and line.

The answer lies in the heavens above

All we need is love.

 copyright Patricia Newman-Harris

Giving Honor Where Honor is Due

In honor of all those who died throughout the years and to those who currently serve,
we owe you our heartfelt thanks for all you do.  Your selfless contributions are greatly
appreciated by those who truly know and understand what this great country stands for.
Happy Memorial Day and God bless you your families and God Bless America!

Happy Mother's Day---Mother's Day Humor

Still He Died

Still He Died 

When I think of Calvary 

I think of how Jesus died for me 

Who else could love me more than he? 

His all he gave 

That we might me saved 

Just to think how he suffered, bled and died 

Brings tears to my eyes 

He knew he would be rejected 

By those he loved the most, 

But still he died 

I know I couldn’t have done the same 

He never placed blame 

In spite of being hurt again and again, 

He had love in his heart until the end 

He could have asked that he might live 

Instead he asked that God would forgive 

He could have had honor and fame 

But he let it all slip by, 

Still he died 

He hung on the cross 

To save a world that was lost 

He paid the cost for you and I 

A crown of thorns was placed upon his head 

Nothing was said 

Willingly he suffered the pain 

Again and again 

He was stoned 

Until he was gone, 

But his love lives on. 

On the hill of Calvary 

Jesus died for you and I 

His own life he could have saved, 

But he loved us so much that he gave 

He gave his life so that we might live. 

Knowing that all would not heed his call 

He gave his all. 

In my mind this picture replays 

Any words I could say would never be enough 

My mind cannot begin to understand 

The wonder of his plan 

He sacrificed 

He paid the price 

He gave his life 

For you and I 

He suffered the hurt and the pain 

Again and again 

He could have had honor and fame 

But he let it all slip by 

Still he died 

  

 copyright Patricia Newman Harris