Forgive Me

Forgive Me

Two words  Comprise  The cry of my soul  The release of that which holds me in captivity  To the dark, cruel and cold reality of sin…  FORGIVE ME  There I said it  I meant it  I will live it  Though painful  I’ve repented...
Trepidation

Trepidation

Trepidation is an emotion of relation to an idea that hasn’t even happened It’s an imagination that compels an orientation to an assumed outcome of devastation Trepidation is a trip down a road of worry that only gets blurry and forces one to hurry In...
Let It Go

Let It Go

I release my grip on that which would rip  My heart apart  I remove myself  From everything and everyone that does not give me rest  I let it go  That my soul may soar to heights unimaginable   That my mind might capture...
Hope

Hope

In the midst of uncertainty that grips our nation may we ever be mindful that hope is always alive and always will be. May we take hold of this force given by God alone to become all that He has ordained us to become. Nothing can separate us from His Love! Sunshine on...
Suicide is Riddled

Suicide is Riddled

The suicide rate is on the rise and we must push back against this lie that seeks to take precious life. After being asked by a radio talk show host to submit a spoken word piece, though I had several mentions in some of my works, I wrote this tonight. As I reflect on...
We Are a Resilient People

We Are a Resilient People

By William Owens | Copyright 2018 We are resilient as a peopleBlackBeautifulBroad BountifulBold with talents that are powerful  Our endurance is epicvoice is distinct feet are stronghands are giftedOur Love is deep      ...

I Am America

I AM AMERICA Copyright (c) 2020 by William Owens Who Am I? Who are you? Who Are We as a Nation When we refuse to celebrate the beauty of our pigmentation To enjoy the God-given expression of our uniqueness as a person How long will we allow ourselves to be held...

The Melody of My Life

After watching the movie, “Unplanned”, my heart was torned as I witnessed the process of what happens during an abortion. It was one morning when I awoke that God wispered to me, The Melody of My Life. It would be the voice of the unborn child speaking to...

A Resilient People

I wrote this poem as I reflected on the history of Black Americans and how resilient we have been to overcome the many obstacles that have challenged our resolved. We are truly a resilient people! William Owens, Jr. Click Here to access The Poetic Expressions of Hope,...
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