Tawana McLaurin is known as Plain Jane The Poet. In her own words: "I have been writing poetry since I was a little girl. I am a college student, a mother, and a writer. I’ve been published in three poetry anthologies: Upon Arrival; Wingless Dreamer: The Book of Black; and Reflections on Little Eagle Creek. I am currently writing my own book, Writer's Hand I won my very first poetry slam and I intend to win another. Thank you for reading my piece".
What made your mind decide the way the pen moves you move the rainbow tide across the paper and drench it with your substance
I keep imagining what the sun thought about as he hovers over your papers he watched you for hours
You were dedicated to the craft
Magic knows no elixir strong enough to re-create the love letters the tears and the truth, you have paved a way for the mind to drift away from where we reside
Her black beauty has a beauty mark on our hearts every beat is a line every line is a lyric
The sun hovers over her papers to see the next scene the rain created spaceships that fly around her papers, they needed another place to land the clouds hesitate making sure not to steal her thunder the thunder rolls around in her pencil creating loud words and emotion the thunder made people cry the thunder made people scared the thunder made people feel every emotion imaginable
She inspired us all her book made them write movies we watched as she moved these minds to become more creative
Applause like a beat forever playing the same song like a sentence that runs through pages forever we do not grow tired of the music of poetry
The rainbow tide is her
She’s like a flower that dies and comes back A reoccurring perennial making her stand she has become a frozen rose in this time period for people to look in awe
She is a sunflower planting seeds in the minds
She’s like a dandelion floating in the air landing in the next life A beautiful bouquet made just for us
What made your mind decide the way your pen moves you move the rainbow tide across the paper and drench it with your substance
When children grow older and adults become children we still remember you in passing time