When I die,
I'll probably die winning.
All the years wilI dovetail
into perfectness,
and I will die from
Sheer Joy.
So the struggle is what
keeps us alive-
We're never quite ready
It's never quite time.

You know, I too have a dream
to further the cause
and to be nominated
for a peace prize.
This will be my sign.

It seems as if
I will have to be better:
to be all-knowing,
all-understanding,
an artist, musician, poet,
judge, lawyer, sociologist,
scientist, lover, mother,
teacher, cook, friend,
sister....

And friends say
You can't do/be everything
You don't need to triumph
over every adversity-

I must.

©Sojourner Kincaid-Rolle 1998. All Rights Reserved.