My POETRY!!!
LEGEND...
And, so it was written: God began HIS world in design; And, on each new creation HE sealed it with a sign; For six days HE labored, then HE made woman; HE revealed that HE was the Alpha and the Omega, The beginning and the end, and all that was in between; He looked upon all that HE had made and said, I’m still not satisfied.” On the seventh day, HE dawned HIS last creation, HIS best design; HE grasped from the rhoyal blue sea, ice-cold blood, pierced her veins. And from every shore, sand completed her perfect score; GOD knew in 1922 the epitome’ of womanhood was finally through. With nothing else to do, nowhere to go, HE had finally made, SIGMA GAMMA RHO!!!!!!! “LAST CREATED, BEST DESIGNED!” Author Wynette D. Linnear - 1991 Spring WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE...
WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE, THEY MIGHT SAY OF ME, "HER HEART WAS NOBLE, HER FLESH REBELLED, HER TONGUE STUNG EARS AND PIERCED MANY HEARTS. YET, SHE TRIED." IT WILL BE WRITTEN, "A PRESENCE, SHE DID COMMAND; RESPECT GREW NEAR HER NAME; FRIENDSHIP BARELY EARNED AND SOLITUDE, YET A CLOSE FRIEND AND A SISTER SHE WAS." FURTHER STILL AN ORATOR WILL SAY, "MANY LIVES SHE DID TOUCH, IDEAS LOOSED FROM HER LIPS, LOVE ERUPTED FROM HER SOUL, AND FEW WALKED AWAY UNSCATHED. BUT OF LAST, SHE DID SAY, "MY COURSE IN LIFE DESIGNED BY GOD, NOT RICHES, NOT GLORY, NOT HONOR-- THESE THINGS WE DESIRE; A NECESSITY THEY ARE NOT. FOR ME, I NEED LOVE OF FAMILY, RESPECT OF SELF, AND A PURPOSE. I WOULD HOPE THIS PURPOSE TO BE: TO EDUCATE, ENLIGHTEN, AND MAKE LOVE WITH ALL THOSE WHO LOVED UNTO ME. AND WHEN THEY ASK MY DAUGHTER, "DID SHE ACCOMPLISH HER WORK?" SHE WILL SAY, "AS FAR AS CAN BE SAID, HER WORK WAS TO LOVE AND THAT THOSE WHO TRULY KNEW HER WOULD BE PROUD TO HAVE LOVED HER. AND THAT THE GIFT GOD GAVE HER SHE DID USE AND USE IT WELL." HER SON WOULD CHIME IN, HIS VOICE DID SHAKE, HIS HEART YET ACHING AS HE SAID, "SO WHEN YOU TALK OF HER, TALK NOT OF HER HUMAN STATE, REMEMBER NOT ALL HER FLAWS, THINK OF HER LIFE, AND HER DEDICATION TO WANTING TO SHARE WITH HER PEOPLE AND MANKIND, TO PROTECT THOSE SHE LOVED, TO SHARE GOD'S GRACE, AND STRIVE FOR THE BEST THAT IS WITHIN EACH OF US". SO REMEMBER HER LEGENDARY POEMS AND ANTHEMS, HER TOUCHING EMBRACES, HER CANDID AND HONEST BANTER, AND HER WORDS OF WISDOM, FOR WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE BELIEVE THAT HER LORD WILL BECKON TO HER, "NICKI, COME NIGH; WELL DONE MY GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT, COME NIGH..." DEFINITION BY WYNETTE MCWILLIAMS 10/17/2000
A term so loosely used by women who profess a bond of affection and beliefs. I know that to have a sister is to have love, one for another, to have compassion for her weaknesses, An empathetic aptitude towards her pathetic disposition. Soror, the Latin word for sister, sister relating to kin. Unsisterly the divisiveness of colors, shields, yelps, skin tones, pride, regions, trials and tribualtions that separate me from you. SGRHO, AKA, DST, AND ZPHIB, ALL acronyms of higher entities; yet, a gang perhaps! A group of people who associate regularly on a social basis. Oh NO! How dare I; therefore: SCREAM, SCREAM from 1903 to 1922: service not social. But I do not believe nor do you that "we hold these truths to be self evident". Read clear and STRONG for what our mothers of our societies did doctrine. We were made "for the betterment of our people" and the edification of the human race. Hold off your calls: Skeewee, Voosoo, Oo op, and EEEyippppppp! That can wait! The dawn draws near. A new is upon us to define our true selves. WHAT SHALL YOU DO TO DEFINE THE INNER YOU?! |
O Yes…
Oh Yes, I must confess… I am the hypest Sigma Gamma Rho that you’ll ever know. It is understood, I bleed blue blood. This is true, since nineteen. twenty-two. Make no mistake; my heart no longer aches, since the day we crossed the sands into Sigma’s land. The journey’s long and well fought; I refused to allow myself to get caught By the triviality of the others who professed their mother’s sisterhood, for I witnessed only beings that never stood for much or less and it was never seen and the history is but a guess. I salute my founder’s, loyal for in Indiana their story was a toil. These seven women forged a resilient prong and held their light that grew long and was strong. It is because of you that I am me and we are thee. November 12, 2010 By Wynette McWilliams (Spoken Word) SISTER
I weep a drop of solitary sadness surrounded by a society of kin. Never fully understanding why I stand alone. My fight is always constant; my battle never ceases. My mind forever searching for eternal answers. For it is my heart that chokes the very breath I take. I gasp! It is my breath that I must speak. It is my speech that others rather not hear. Therefore, my fight must be constant and my battle seems not to cease. One can not fathom my fury, None dare to perceive my Passion, Yet, all crucify my character. I may generalize, I may digress, it is on a tangent that I now stand, like Ham I am human too. Though I must engage this "good fight", my soul yearns for peace, and craves for the PROMISED sisterhood of 18 kin strengthened in a unit of mass and related by blood to Hamithite, 17 fold. Like those before: Mary, Sheba, Mary M., Hattie, RosaP, Barbara, and Susan B. and then maybe me, our fight is of conscience, of human nature, pride and "of nations divided in the earth after the flood". Haste. LISTEN! Aurora draws near. Hitherto I will always, never cease, and I must fight onward towards the dawn. written Oct. 2001 Whitney's (Rhoer) poem (spoken word):
"Creating her Legacy" written March 2012 And so it was written God began his world in design and on each new creation he sealed it with a sign For six days he labored and then he made woman (Woman …) Sitting on my mother’s knee Taking pictures with older sorors who can, now, barely remember me We stood still while she slid her Sigma sing over me That’s when I knew that it would only be true for me to RHOck that antique gold and RHOyal blue Didn’t look for who was first Didn’t care who organized last Didn’t care if they had few members Didn’t really care about their past Didn’t care who the celebrity sorors were Didn’t matter if they had none at all Didn’t care if they ruled the yard Didn’t even care what was their call When other organizations are brought up at school. I just sit back and smile because, Everybody knows where I stand. They know, they know, & they know. And I know of a sisterhood to which my happiness, love and dedication. I can bestow. When I grew to be, about the height of my mother’s knee, she began creating her legacy. Not knowing exactly what she was doing. She instilled in me what a Sigma woman was thought to be. A young lady who has a lot to offer No vulgarity or boastfulness is a part of her. And who is willing to lend a hand For Sigma She Will Always Stand. And while those same kids at the lunch table ask ”Why?” With that same smile I’ll reply: And while it may be easy for the ivy to be paper-bag-beige, the elephant to be brash and the dove to be… … … (hmm) The poodle is diverse and RHOyal with every strut she holds her head high and not so much a snooty look but a smirk will grace her face because she knows. Still not quite understanding they’ll ask again “Why Sigma?” And I respond and with I slight wink of my eye: Because she IS her sister’s Keeper Because, OH YES, she IS the hypest. Because She IS, Because They WERE, Because She IS; I WILL. And when I arrive all eyes are on me. More distinguished than any other, I am a rarity. I am the first encounter of every kind, So ethereal dominating and RHOfined. Sauvé, sexy, strong and unmistakably envied By all those who desire to belong to me. But my complexity is too intense to see. Yet, even I am AMAZED by my own ability. From my mother’s legacy I will grow! I am BAD FROM HEAD TO TOE! And one day I WILL BE A woman of SIGMA GAMMA RHO. |