Daesha Devón Harris

But I must go, I must go on. On through the pushing stream
Just Beyond the River: A FolkTale

I do not need Freedom when I’m dead. I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.
Just Beyond the River: A FolkTale

I went down in the valley And I crossed an icy stream
And the water I was crossing Was no water in a dream
Just Beyond the River: A FolkTale

The soul of Justice cannot thrive On barren soil and stay alive.
Just Beyond the River: A FolkTale