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Antoinette Richardson performs an original poem with musical accompaniment at the Curtis Institute of Music in April 2017. (Photo by Project HOME)

In celebration of Black History Month, we share this poem by Antoinette Richardson is a resident of Project HOME’s Kate’s Place residence in Center City Philadelphia.  


My ancestors, in chains,
Broken by those who claim they’re superior.
Slave ships holding our brothers in pain.
Now can we see their hard exterior?

 

Benjamin Pinto is a poet and Project HOME resident.

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Jeffrey Goldwire is a Maintenance Tech at our Rowan Judson residence.

Richard Bogue is a long-time resident of Project HOME and frequently shares his poems and writings with the Project HOME community and with the broader public.  He recently wrote this poem, which he shared at a recent All Resident Meeting.  It is in honor of many vets who have come through Project HOME.

 

There was a guy named Johnny Philly

Who came to live at Project HOME;

He was a little guy (not dumb)

Who had a great big heart of gold.

 

At first Johnny felt anxious, nervous

Gwendolyn Young-El works with our Outreach Coordination Center.

In this new way of life, I am taught to strive for progress

Not perfection.

And so far I want to think I am headed in the right direction.

When I look back and see how far I’ve come.

I realize in my heart that just when I thought my life was over,

It really had just begun.

After I put down the drugs, and didn’t know how I was going to cope.

Amazingly, I was given two things, Faith and Hope.

Gwendolyn Young-El has been a member of the Project HOME community for over ten years, and has worked at several of our sites – especially as an outreach worker with our Outreach Coordination Center.  She recently wrote this poem.

 

Hey, Look, Listen, I’m here

Can’t you see me?

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