Flo Jo

Florence Griffith Joyner

Moving fast as flowing gazelle's leap

She gave the game a race of renown fame

Looking neither right or left her name should have been flash

Beautiful flashy jeweled anight of life’s delight

She glowed with beauty poise energy given full

Best of all she brought the gold home

Records set she broke then exceedly flashly

Intelligent beautiful African queen she gazed awed for herself

Mane of lioness her hair flowed rippling freely

Catch her no knees up she said pumping faster than a river sail

Track, spokeperson, actress, writer, sport caster, wife, mother she beamed sun

Strong of mind wit she razed them all

Feet flashing and churning the dirt below she ran faster faster she became the run

Humble graced she stayed the same

Independent wave a flag like the grace she became as the American Dream

Never forgotten will she be a nation saddened at her lost

By Felicia McCaw

Felicia’s Fate

Born of trouble she walked free and proud

She seemed to be walking steadily forward

She crashed the wall

Educated talented humble yet stern

Looking with somewhat disdain she see stars far

Watching with eyes wide she watch each new moon come to life

Simplicity look learn lazily grasp all

Learning seems to stall and lean but she progress forward anyway

Who is she they cry aloud?

Eyebrow crooked upward she pondered thought

Care who is the question that marvels the few proud elite

Seeming dull she portrays the image clear as mud

Questions Questions answers she have not

Business business life fulfill she craves the life

Moving quietly she look within without further nearer no one will

ever know

Life is a thrill if you betray the seer

Ironic isn’t that a simple plain woman stagger world

Enraging jealousy envy hate malice she became target of all true

Guess what fate is fickle and so is a trickster’s heart

Beaming with amusement exasperation she shake her head right left

Guess who is worried all her soul’s delight

Basking in her own glow she speaks truth to all

Fate hers is unknown to all but God’s state it plain above

Madlock she aspire, Sherlock and Watson she awe and love,

Lieutenant Spock logic is her and she will became

Felicia’s fate is God’s rudder on her ship of quest

By Felicia McCaw