A Woman’s Voice: Book Of Poems


While I was laying low, trying not to write anything evil about our new President, i.e my views on his travel ban and trying to insure his next election by impeding voter’s rights, I decided to work on another project to divert my attention.

That project is a book of poems entitled, ‘A Woman’s Voice:  Book of Poems.’

I’d like to share with you one of those poems.  It’s entitled, ‘Yellow Dresses.’

Back in the day, I could totally rock a yellow dress, like Tracee Ellis Ross is doing in the picture.  But not so much today.  That is why ‘Yellow Dresses’ is followed by the poem, ‘I Am Becoming A Budgie.’

Yellow Dresses


I am Brown!
I am sun scorched and dark
My skin the color of burnt sugar

Yellow is my favorite color
It is the color of eternity
It makes my brown skin glow

Men, when they see me in yellow, hollar
“Hey, big leg girl
Where ya going?
Can I come to?”

Yellow is my favorite color
You see me in no other
Navy blue I am not
Beige is for cowards
Red is for hoes
And that blows
Cause I like red

But yellow is my favorite color


I Am Becoming A Budgie


From being a long tall drink of water
I am becoming a short cup of tea

Of course, there’s more to the poem, but you’d have to buy the book to read it.  This book is not on my website or any other place except Amazon.

To buy, click here.


By Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders – A Novel
Jared Anderson – (The Ruby and Jared Saga)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
STALKED! By Voices





The breeze thru the lilac trees

The Breeze Through the Lilac Trees

So goes the breeze thru the lilac trees

Ladies in cotton dresses canning fruits

Mason jars of sweet tea

Lemonade made with real lemons not Realemon

White men in short sleeved white shirts and black string ties

Black men bare chested and sweaty

So goes the breeze thru the lilac trees

Front porches   rocking chairs

Plank floors not hardwood floors

Grannies and ma’ams

Please and thank yous

Church fans with mortuary names stamped on the back and

A blonde haired blue eyed jesus on the front knocking at the door

So goes the breeze thru the lilac trees

Little colored boys and little colored girls in pastel colors

Little white girls in hats and white patent leather shoes

So goes the breeze thru the lilac trees

White, pink, fuschia, blue and purle

Crochected dollies – sideboards

Ruffles on dresses  curtains  and bedspreads

So goes the breeze thru the lilac trees

Mendacity       Ben quick and Clara varner

Red dirt  red necks  red beans

White starch  tight laced

Air force Blue  khaki green  Orange Crush

So goes the breeze thru the lilac trees

Swimming holes not swimming pools

Dinner at  noon

Supper at six and if its really really hot, not till eight

When everything cools off even the cook

Montgomery   Selma    George Wallace

Water hoses  edmund pettus   dogs

For whites only no coloreds allowed

Fish sandwich   honky tonk

So goes the breeze thru the lilac trees

Malls and stalls and concrete lanes

Busy busy busy

Poor folks and rich folks

Cell phones not jail cells

Tee shirts and jeans


Back porches  patios   air conditioning

So went the breeze thru the lilac trees

An original poem by elizabooks

By Eliza D. Ankum