Treads: Running Like Paint into Roads and Cracks of Life

By Linda Ayers

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469168982

Linda Ayers

Life is a mystery for most of us on this plane. We travel by nights with dreams that seem to disappear as the morn comes about us. I looked at life for many years through the eyes of my mother. My family traveled to different churches seeking instruction for life. As my own mother took a back seat to my religious life, I took the wheel, and followed a different path than my family. Being Muslim defines me as a person and it makes sense to what I have always believed, but was discourage to follow. Alhamdulillah, I am Muslim!

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Copyright © 2012 by Linda Ayers.

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Introduction

Piece of me lost within myself/ access to knowledge

Digital Slaves (technology speaks)

Rolling over my thoughts

Over and in my naps

Their sight we see

These children of mine

For the sake of candy

My her she could become

Where I began

Drifter

My Black Man

Slavery

Sexual Encounter

A Slice

Dance of Dreams

Ode to the hips, lips and a black bag of chips

Cranberries not just for cramps

Economy

Alone

Observer

My Engine has stop

My Momma!

Slowly

Shouts

I know what I am gonna do

Life

For All

Sleep

Hair cut (my boy loves his daddy)

That man of mine

The bed

Cell

Park

Whistling

Deviled youth

Cherished

Life’s a real simple thought

Galaxy

Planking

Thumping

If my momma came back

Mother Earth not wholesome

Losing ground

I often wonder

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In the memory of my Momma I write to show what power she gave my sisters and I. I don’t think she ever knew she was a power that blossom so deep within us. I watched her and listen to her when she thought my emotions were sleeping and stalled. She was my hero; Rosa Ayers.

The projects can blossom stars with strange nurturing, hey I know cause I am a girl from the projects in Atlanta, Georgia

Capital Homes Brat

We came up on Connally Street

Acknowledgments

I would love to express thanks to the following people and places that have helped me along the way.

My Professor at Georgia Perimeter College, my family Kathy Ayers Stargell, Sandra Ayers, my children Joseph, Ya’kub, & Aaseyah, my nieces and nephews, and all of the inspirational beings and things that crossed my path as life went on. A special thanks to those who really rolled thunder under my voice: Sharriette Finley my mentor at Georgia Perimeter College and my good friends Jamilah Cynthia Jackson and Sara Michelle Jn’Marie.

In life we have many directions in which we can travel; I traveled with the best of people and they have guided me along this path. Directions are important to have, but friends are the trueness or concrete that makes the road stable enough for your feet to walk on.

Introduction

This book is one of many I wish to publish. I want to give all that my body will allow me to give to a listening audience. I will write until my fingers can’t type and then I will talk until my voice can’t go any longer. Words are a