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Thu, 24.09.2009

IN ORANGEBURG MY BROTHERS DID by A. B. Spellman.

In Orangeburg my brothers did the African twist around a bone-fire they’d built at the gate to keep the hunkies out.
The day before they’d caught one shooting up the campus like the white hunter he was.
But a bone-fire? only conjures up the devil.

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Thu, 24.09.2009

WHEN BLACK PEOPLE ARE by A. B. Spellman.

When black people are with each other we sometimes fear ourselves whisper over our shoulders about unmentionable acts & sometimes we fight & lie. these are something’s we sometimes do.

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New Poem Each Day

Poetry Corner

Ashes, Lord- But warm still from the fire that cheered us, Lighted us in this clearing where it seems Scarcely an hour ago we feasted on Burnt pig from our tormentors' in willing Bounty... NAT TURNER IN THE CLEARING by Alvin Aubert.
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