{"id":1914,"date":"2013-08-30T08:40:36","date_gmt":"2013-08-30T16:40:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1914"},"modified":"2013-08-30T08:40:36","modified_gmt":"2013-08-30T16:40:36","slug":"gloria-burgess","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1914","title":{"rendered":"Gloria Burgess"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Open Door<br \/>\n<em>for my ancestors and our children<\/em><\/p>\n<p>i wasn\u2019t there<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;..<\/span>i didn\u2019t stand at the threshold<br \/>\nof the open door<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;..<\/span>my back wasn\u2019t wracked<br \/>\nbeneath a ceiling so low even children lay prone<br \/>\nmy spirit wasn\u2019t riven<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;..<\/span>i wasn\u2019t cowed<br \/>\nbloodied<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;&#8230;..<\/span>shamed<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;&#8230;..<\/span>no one stripped me<br \/>\nof my name<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;..<\/span>i wasn\u2019t there<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;..<\/span>i wasn\u2019t at Gore\u00e9<br \/>\nor anywhere along that shore<\/p>\n<p>i was born inside the golden door<br \/>\nand i\u2019m here by grace standing on the shoulders<br \/>\nof women and men stout in spirit fierce in soul<br \/>\nand oh by the blessed sanctity of God<br \/>\nthough i wasn\u2019t hounded through that open door<br \/>\nor driven to cross a merciless sea i still<br \/>\nhave the sting of salt in my soul nightmares<br \/>\nof a watery grave<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;..<\/span>i still search furtively<br \/>\nfor signs of my tribe outstretched hands a cool<br \/>\ndrinka water calabash smile<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;&#8230;<\/span>i still tread softly<br \/>\nmuted by the glare of ghostly strangers<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;&#8230;.<\/span>i still push back<br \/>\nthe rising bile when a glassy-eyed elder looks too long<br \/>\nor wide<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;..<\/span>i\u2019ve learned to question all kinds of kings<br \/>\nto stand firm on the laps of queens<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;..<\/span>some days<br \/>\ni can\u2019t tell the difference and fall to my knees<br \/>\ndragged down by the tide all over again<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The Open Door&#8221; is reprinted from<em>\u00a0Gathering Ground<\/em> (University of Michigan Press); <em>The Open Door<\/em> (Red Oak Press).<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.thehistorymakers.com\/biography\/gloria-burgess-41\">Gloria Burgess\u2019s<\/a> poetry celebrates the spiritual and evocative oral traditions of her ancestry\u2014African, Native American, and Celtic. Her poetry appears in diverse publications, including <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ugapress.org\/index.php\/books\/ringing_ear\/\">The Ringing Ear: Black Poets Lean South,<\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.press.umich.edu\/script\/press\/104392\">Gathering Ground,<\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/The-Open-Door-Gloria-Burgess\/dp\/1892864045\">The Open Door<\/a><\/em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/The-Open-Door-Gloria-Burgess\/dp\/1892864045\">,<\/a> and <em>J<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Journey-Rose-Gloria-Burgess\/dp\/1892864010\">ourney of the Rose<\/a><\/em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Journey-Rose-Gloria-Burgess\/dp\/1892864010\">.<\/a> In her latest book, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Dare-Wear-Your-Soul-Outside\/dp\/0470241837\"><em>Dare to Wear Your Soul on the Outside, <\/em><\/a>she weaves in threads of inspirational poetry, narrative, and reflections, along with the touching story of her father\u2019s life-changing relationship with Nobel Laureate William Faulkner. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.gloriaburgess.com\">www.gloriaburgess.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Open Door for my ancestors and our children i wasn\u2019t there&#8230;..i didn\u2019t stand at the threshold of the open door&#8230;..my back wasn\u2019t wracked beneath a ceiling so low even children lay prone my spirit wasn\u2019t riven&#8230;..i wasn\u2019t cowed bloodied&#8230;&#8230;..shamed&#8230;&#8230;..no &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1914\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[61,199,29,505,8,1],"tags":[647,648],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1914"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1914"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1914\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1915,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1914\/revisions\/1915"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1914"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1914"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1914"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}