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Tue, 11.01.2022

VACCINATED by Jericho Brown.

I once saw Jazell Barbie RoyaleDo Whitney Houston so wellI got upset with myself for sneaking Past the cashier  After having been patted down. Security frisks you For nothing. They don’t believe in trouble. They don’t Imagine a gun or a blade, thoughSometimes they make you walk all the way back To the car with the weed you didn’t tuck well. No […]

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Thu, 24.09.2009

12 Things The Negro Must Do For Himself by Nannie Helen Burroughs

1. The Negro Must Learn To Put First Things First. The First Things Are: Education; Development of Character Traits; A Trade and Home Ownership.
• The Negro puts too much of his earning in clothes, in food, in show and in having what he calls “a good time.” The Dr. Kelly Miller said, “The Negro buys what he WANTS and begs for what he needs.”


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Thu, 24.09.2009

A HERO OF SAN JUAN HILL by Olivia Ward Bush

Among the sick and wounded ones,
This stricken soldier boy lay,
With glassy eye and shortened breath;
His life seemed slipping fast away.

My heart grew faint to see him thus,
His dark brown face so full of pain,
I wondered if the mother’s eyes
Were looking for her boy in vain.
I bent to catch his feeble’s words:
“I am so ill and far from home.
I feel so strange and lonely here;
You seem a friend, I’m glad you’ve come.

“I want to tell you how our boys
Went charging on the enemy.

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Thu, 24.09.2009


Though slavery’s dead, yet there remains
A work for those from whom the chains
Today are falling one by one;
Nor should they deem their labor done,
Nor shrink the task, however hard,
While it insures a great reward,
And bids them on its might depend
For perfect freedom in the end.

Commend yourselves through self-respect;
Let self-respect become your guide:
Then will consistency reflect
Your rightful claims to manhood’s pride.
But while you cringe and basely cower,
And while your ostracise your class,
Heaven will ne’er assume the power
To elevate you as a mass.

In this yours

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Thu, 24.09.2009

CUSS – CUSS by Louise Bennett.

This poem re-stages a tracing match (quarrel) between two
Jamaican women. Common cuss-words like “boogooyagga” (low-grade) “heng-pon-nail ” (bedraggled) are used.

Gwan gal yuh fava teggereg,
Ah wey yuh gwine goh do?
Yuh an yuh boogooyagga fren
Dem tink me fraid o’ yuh?

Goh wey, yuh fava heng-pon-nail,
Is me yuh want fe trace?
Me is jus de one fi teck me han
An leggo pon yuh face.

Fe me han noh jine chu ch an me naw
Pay licen fe me mout’,
Me wi tell yuh bout yuh–se yah
Gal noh badda get me out.

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Thu, 24.09.2009


We gotta
put more in our
children’s heads
than gold teeth,
keep blackness
keep blackness
always keep it
from turning around.

got all kinds of
attractive distractive
freak image
clown clothed
hypnotic animal
music games and rides.

and you
can lose a child
at a circus,

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Thu, 24.09.2009


The road run straight with no turning, the circle runs complete as it is in the storm of peace, the all embraced embracing in the circle complete turning road straight like a burning straight with the circle complete as in a peaceful storm, the elements, the niggers’ voices harmonized with creation on a peak in the holy black man’s eyes that we rise, whose race is only direction up, where we go to meet the realization of makers knowing who we are and the war in our hearts but the purity of the holy world that we long for, knowing how to live, and what life is, and who God is, and the many revo

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Thu, 24.09.2009


Ears have not heard
Eyes have seen
Such a man as Richard Green.

He had great visions
And used such tools
When to build and tear down schools.

He saw the importance of
The benchmark test
To assure each child will achieve the best.

His “motto” was and (still shall be)
“if it’s to be…it’s up to me.”

Ears have not heard
Eyes have seen
Such a man as Richard Green…

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Thu, 24.09.2009

JAZZY ST. WALK by Charlie R. Braxton.

hip hitting riffs split my brain on past
the sullen reflections of trane’
free jazz movement going on & on & on & on & on
and now even though
i don’t know exactly where it all begins or ends
i do know that I’ve spent decades untold
doing an old blues walk/dance
down these old mean & empty streets
sweating between the sheets
of satin doll & many moochers singing goodnight Irene
‘cause papa’s got a brand new bag of rhythm (& blues)
rocking and rolling all the way live down main street Harlem
by the way if muddy springs Mississippi you see
contrary to the all popular bel

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Thu, 24.09.2009

SERVANTS by Thomas William Burton

I am the second help,
While Annie is the cook;
Emma sees after the children,
Then the old woman takes a look.
She looks to keep us busy –
Good deal of that is done -,
Then goes back in a pace
As though she’s having fun.

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New Poem Each Day

Poetry Corner

O’ de wurl’ ain’t flat,An’ de wurl’ ain’t roun’,H’it’s one long stripHangin’ up an’ down—Jes’ Souf an’ Norf;Jes’ Norf an’ Souf. —from Ariel Williams Holloway, “Northboun'” , 1926 “NORTHBOUND'” by Ariel Williams Holloway
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