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His Birth Pains
There’s a woman laying in the hospital and armed with the next generation in her womb, and she’s about to give birth real soon she breathes in another breath as her body jerks, to the sound of the television… it is the news. reporting another mass murder of black men he moves inside of her… Continue reading
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Creative
Oh how creative! I never seen coonery disguised so well. Continue reading
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Freedom: The Illusion
There’s a strange fruit hanging from the trees but not the kind of Billie Holidays days with blood all on the leaves but these are a different set of trees and they bear a strange fruit called ignorance with an illusion up its sleeve an illusion so thick sometimes it’s hard to breathe I feel… Continue reading
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Break the Chain
Thought I saw her self-esteem in the carpet. Her back bearing the burden of bare floors and forks that scraped the bottom of clay plates Thought I saw pain on the side of her state of mind. Thought I saw her spirit cut low like the grass. Scattered pieces of forgetfulness floating fluently throughout her… Continue reading
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We Are
“We are walking Deuteronomy’s….with birthmarks that lead to scripture….and memories like the scenic route to Armageddon.” Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Exerpt from Ntozake Shange
i can’t hear anythin but maddening screams & the soft strains of death & you promised me you promised me… somebody/anybody sing a black girl’s song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/struggle/hard times sing her song of life she’s been dead so long closed in silence so… Continue reading
