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Fri, 22.01.2021

THE HILL WE CLIMB by Amanda Gorman

When day comes we ask ourselves,where can we find light in this never-ending shade?The loss we carry,a sea we must wade.We’ve braved the belly of the beast,We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace,and the norms and notionsof what just isisn’t always just-ice.And yet the dawn is oursbefore we knew it. Somehow we do it.Somehow we’ve […]

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Sun, 03.01.2021

WOMANSLAUGHTER by Pat Parker

What was his crime? / He only killed his wife. But a divorce I say. / Not final, they say; Her things were his / including her life.” Convicted not of murder / but of “womanslaughter” because “Men cannot kill their wives. / They passion them to death.” For this murder in Texas, he served […]

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Tue, 18.08.2020

Swing Low Sweet Chariot by Wallace Willis

Swing low, sweet chariotComing for to carry me homeSwing low, sweet chariotComing for to carry he home I looked over Jordan and what did I seeComing for to carry he homeA band of angels coming after meComing for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariotComing for to carry me homeSwing low, sweet chariotComing for […]

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Thu, 22.11.2018

Niggers are Scared of Revolution by Jalal Nuriddin

Niggers are scared of revolution But niggers shouldn’t be scared of revolution Because revolution is nothing but change And all niggers do is change Niggers come in from work and change into pimping clothes and hit the streets to make some quick change Niggers change their hair from black to red to blond and hope […]

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Sun, 26.08.2018

The Whipping by Robert Hayden

The old woman across the way is whipping the boy again and shouting to the neighborhood her goodness and his wrongs. Wildly he crashes through elephant ears, pleads in dusty zinnias, while she in spite of crippling fat pursues and corners him. She strikes and strikes the shrilly circling boy till the stick breaks in […]

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Sun, 26.08.2018

Women by Nikki Giovanni

She wanted to be a blade of grass amid the fields But he wouldn’t agree to be the dandelion She wanted to be a robin singing through the leaves but he refused to be her tree She spun herself into a web and looking for a place to rest turned to him but he stood […]

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Sat, 25.08.2018

American Love/ My American Theme, But I Not An American, by Bijay Kant Dubey

The American love, the American heart, The American song, Sing I, The song of America, Full of beautiful Americanism and Americanness. Come, let us at least, come, join me at least With me in my imagery and scenic presentation Far from, I on this shore, you on that And I getting the cable messages in […]

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Thu, 02.08.2018

AMERICAN SONNET (10)  by Wanda Coleman

our mothers wrung hell and hardtack from row and boll. fenced others’ gardens with bones of lovers. embarking from Africa in chains reluctant pilgrims stolen by Jehovah’s light planted here the bitter seed of blight and here eternal torches mark the shame of Moloch’s mansions built in slavery’s name. our hungered eyes do see/refuse the […]

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Mon, 01.01.2018

CONFESSION by Wallace Thurman

I called you human tumbleweed And chided you for sowing seed Of misanthropic malcontent; Yet I suspect my savage breast Would never nurture seeds of rest, Even if you sowed them there. Wallace Thurman, Opportunity, July 1926.

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Wed, 01.07.2015

Signs Along The Road Being Put There by Henry Grimes

Signs read all along — as roadside signs are
claim to absolute newness and mastery of all mystery
as signs are, the ones that you see go down the road —
with you, as are trumped all universal sorts of energy
that emerges from them — are mystery
(I said, as I thought if I would ever see her again)
and the condition of them being put there
seen all along the highway.

Signs are called, then, these original works of art
designed to snare and hold the human heart — before,
like on a prior occasion when you have seen them

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New Poem Each Day

Poetry Corner

What was his crime? / He only killed his wife. But a divorce I say. / Not final, they say; Her things were his / including her life.” Convicted... WOMANSLAUGHTER by Pat Parker
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