poems
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We Can Move Mountains
Huge mountains and great hills they tower above our heads like father’s to sons the intimidating weight of experience to our youth like a mother’s instruction heavy with discipline is the carved stone the frightening rock but it is true we can move mountains if we tried if we faith-ed one pebble at a time… Continue reading
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Why I Write Black
Because flowers grow in strange places like tattered pieces of wood and recycled paper Because history is frost bitten and winter refuses to be comforted by the sun bluish-white and numbed pain cold skin and prickling feeling Because the sky don’t stay dark forever but light ain’t taught in history class Because… Continue reading
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Brown Skin
Mississippi lips Lousiana tongue West African shaped nose Skin kissed by the sun Israelite Culture American Captive Egyptian Color russet brown seal dark puce blue black eastern man blue black woman symbols of authority over her head natural beauty no longer dead hair like sisal rope braided coiled nappy strong prayer hands that crack open… Continue reading
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I Promise You a Woman
I promise you a woman. You see I know what kind of girls you’re used to I know that little black girls can’t appreciate you like I can see I know that those little girls you’re used to doesn’t know what you’ve been through cause kindergarten fingers on small hands don’t know how to hold… Continue reading
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Dear Hip Hop…
Who Willie Lynched your mentality? Who put you under a spell? Why you let them teleport you back to slavery? They could have at least made it look good didn’t have to hang you on the block in your own hood from your own trees could have bridged the gap between the souls you “sold”… Continue reading
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We Trust
Born into the ticking clock of innocence a hurrying forth of second hands to match the inhale and exhale of lung we sing truth against the fragile voice of newness and taste of the refreshing sound of belief Trust it is the automatic gift life births us with against the cold relentless winds of the… Continue reading
