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February, 1988 SPELMAN SPOTLIGHT • Page 7
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Inspiration For MLK
Dream Continues
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Wondering about my future
with the radio on. I got to
thinking about the law school
I’d go to and the D.A’.s office I
would one day run,
I am a black woman now
But on the radio I heard a
woman crooning how she lives
for a man. This singer is
black. She says that there is
not anything she would not do
for this man’s love.
I am a black woman now. Isn’t
she?
I shake my head and hope that
no one is really singing those
lyrics and meaning them. I go
back to my dreams and think
that it might not be too bad to
eventually become a judge.
I mean I am a black woman
now.
However, another song comes
on the radio and has me
caught off guard. There is a
man singing that he believes
that men should not sleep
alone. The singer is black. He
says that he doesn’t care what
time it is, he still wants her to
come over.
Now, I am a black woman.
I think to myself that if a
black woman is singing that
she lives for a man and a
black man and a black man is
saying that he should not sleep
alone and that he wants her
over no matter what the time,
then what are they telling us?
And our future?
Teresa Elaine Leary
We are black people
We have a common bond.
We are black people
Who have a heritage.
We are black people
With a history.
We are black people.
We severe the bond.
We are black people
Who reject our heritage.
We are black people
With no knowledge of history.
We as black people
Must recognize our heritage.
We as black people
Must learn our history!
Yewande D. Dada
I’ve spent so much of my life
searching for you.
Every experience has been a
step closer to you.
Everytime I touched, every
kiss, every carress, with
someone else, it was
supposed to be you.
¥)u are my life.
You are my one and only, my
love supreme.
Come to me woman
Make me whole.
Ibuch my soul.
Dwayne C. Williams
You
The voice that permeates the
air
That cut through the stillness
of the night like a knife.
That was me.
My cries of pain, bellowed into
the night.
Y)u heard the sounds of my
lonliness, and damned the
tears with your love.
You stopped the pain with
your touch.
Dwayne C. Williams
All ’Bout Love
I don’t have say “I love you”
’cause you know. We say it
anyway but we know. It’s not
even going thru the motions.
When we feel it we say it. But
I don’t say it, very often, ’cause
you know. My actions express
it, my emotion intensifies it.
My love magnifies my true of
you. No, not my love for you
because that would mean that
I don’t have you. I have you
and you have me. We have love
and we know!!
Yewande D. Dada
Nestle Crunch Won’t Do
Mr. Hershey has a patent on
love.
The rich ingredients are his
secret.
Some say the caffine makes
them hyper.
Others say it causes pimples
and a rash.
But everyone knows how sweet
to taste it is with love.
Mr. Hershey has a patent on
love
and it sure tastes semi-sweet
to me.
Yewande D. Dada
Dear Sisters, this is my way
to say I love you all dearly on
Valentine’s Day.
Though we often do not agree,
or get along we even fight, and
do some things wrong, but
true sisterhood is sprinkled
with tears of pain and joy and
every speakable emotion...its
truthfullness shines clear
with sisterly devotion.
You have taught me how to
love, laugh and give. But most
of all you have taught me it’s
o.k. to live. We are just people
striving to be happy.
From one sister to the next I
thank you for light that gives
off its glow. For because of this
light many young sisters have
been able to grow. For you
teach a lesson that could be
taught by no one else. You
teach your fellow sisters how
to love themselves.
So forgive me for my foolish
ness and strife. Thank you
Spelman sisters for helping
me change my life.
So I will be proud of my
Spelman sisters no matter if
we stand or fall. They have
taught me to love myself and
this is the greatest love of all.
Regina Marie Scott
Letter
(con’t from pg. 2)
nucleus. A resolution to
correct the malfunction
would aid in the running of
the cell.
The problem has been
sighted and is being
corrected. I ask for your
support and your forgive
ness. 1988 is a new beginning
for Spelman Student Govern
ment Association and along
with the new beginning of
the whole, individuals of thee
cabinet must also resolve to
start a new. I am one of those
individuals who vow to make
a change.
Involve yourself with our
activities. Your concerns and
ideas are always welcome.
Spelman Student Govern
ment Association is involving
itself in a new beginning. I
hope that you will be a part
of it. I hope that you except
the change and look forward
to the difference.
by Kori Lyn Scurlock
This year was the third
national observance of
Martin Luther King, Jr.
birthday. As usual, I partici
pated in the activities
planned for the celebration.
After King’s birthday I
always feel so inspired to
keep his dream alive.
Aware of my limitations, I
often ask myself, what can I
do as a college student to
keep King’s dream alive?
But this year instead of
leaving the question unan
swered, I was determined to
find an answer.
Like many Black people, I
too was waiting on someone
to come along and tell me
what I should be doing to
improve the condition of
Black people.
I suddenly realized that
men of King’s stature come
along once in a life time. So
when I compared what I had
read and heard about the 60s
to what I have experienced in
the 80s, I realized that
during the 60s racism was so
blatant that the task was
obvious. Things were so black
and white then.
But in 1988 things are no
longer black and white.
Complexity dominates
simplicity. So even though
racism is so subtle that the
task is not obvious, the
responsibility is ours, yours
and mine.
Now just because some of
us now live in the suburbs
and drive expensive cars, and
just because some of us hold
prominent positions in public
office or work for large corpo
rations, our task has not yet
been completed.
The more I thought about
the subject, I realized that
our children are our hope. We
must be extremely careful
that we send them positive
messages. So even though I
do not influence a massive
group of children through a
nation wide talk show or
through popular music, I
challenged myself to be the
best Black role model that I
can be. And now I challenge
you to be the best Black role
model that you can be.
The first step we must take
in accepting this challenge is
to keep our own lives parallel
to the plight of Black people.
We must realize that our
individual success is a step
toward our collective success
and our individual failure is
a step toward our collective
failure.
This parallelism will sensi
tize us to the needs and
concerns of our brothers and
sisters most affected by insti
tutionalized racism.
We must think about how
our actions will affect our
youth before we act on them.
We must be aware of how our
youth might precieve our
actions, not necessarily how
we would like them to be
perceived.
So if you have asked your
self the same question and
have failed to find an answer,
then accept my challenge and
start here and now in an
effort to be the best role
model that you can be.
What Our
School Motto
Means To Me
by Rosalind D. Kline
Over a century ago, two
remarkable women, Sophia
B. Packard and Harriet Giles
saw fit to give Spelman Semi
nary the motto: “Our Whole
School for Christ.” This motto
was only fitting since
Spelman Seminary began
through church funding,
facilities, and programming.
Even though, over time,
Spelman Seminary has
changed to Spelman College,
the motto has remained the
same. Is our motto appro
priate today? For me, it is
very much appropriate;
although times and people
change, Christ remains the
same. Just as our founders
trusted Christ for and dedi
cated to Him the upbuilding
of this historical institution,
we can trust Him for and
dedicate to him the building
up of our character through
Spelman College. And just as
Spelman College has serv
iced the community for over
a century, beginning through
answered prayers, we as
products of Spelman College
can do the same. I just hope
that more of my Spelman
sisters allow the motto to be
real to them during their
matriculaiton through our
institution dedicated to
Christ.