by Georgia Douglas Johnson

Your world is as big as you make it.
I know, for I used to abide
In the narrowest nest in a corner,
My wings pressing close to my side.
But I sighted the distant horizon
Where the skyline encircled the sea
And I throbbed with a burning desire
To travel this immensity.
I battered the cordons around me
And cradled my wings on the breeze,
Then soared to the uttermost reaches
With rapture, with power, with ease!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Georgia Douglas Johnson (1880-1966) wrote plays, a syndicated newspaper column, and four collections of poetry: The Heart of a Woman (1918), Bronze (1922),An Autumn Love Cycle (1928), and Share My World (1962). Born in Atlanta, Georgia, to parents of African American, Native American, and English descent, she graduated from Atlanta University Normal College and studied music at the Oberlin Conservatory and the Cleveland College of Music. Johnson published her first poems in 1916 in the NAACP’s magazineCrisis. Her weekly column, “Homely Philosophy,” was published from 1926 to 1932. She wrote numerous plays, including Blue Blood(performed 1926) and Plumes (performed 1927). (Read more

PAINTING: “The Promise” by Rene Magritte, 1966.