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Poetry Page
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Can you stand trial?
Before i reach my verdict,
Does the Negro have anything to say on his behalf?
Yes your honor...
I never stole a single thing
in all my years on earth.
But I know of one -- a thief to his heart --
who's been that way since birth.
He traveled the seas to faraway lands;
reached a beautiful nation.
He saw how advanced my people were and
attempted to destroy our foundation.
He captured my ancestors one by one.
They put up an ardent fight.
His weapons were overpowering --
turned Kings into slaves overnight.
He robbed my home of its riches and gold --
stripped the Motherland bare.
He altered my history, assumed the throne --
as if i was never there.
He shipped me over to his homeland,
the journey was of no great ease.
Millions of us never made it across --
unaccustomed to germs and disease.
I tried to escape his evil grasp
but where was i to go?
Thousands of miles from my home--
life was filled with woe.
He stripped me of my heritage,
replaced it with his own.
He made me a mere peasant
fit to serve his mighty throne.
While I worked the fields,
picking cotton and hauling sacks,
He raped my mother, my sister, my wife --
I'll never forgive him for that.
I lived a life of hell on earth,
fallen prey to all his lies.
But yet I possess an invincible pride;
I survived and still I rise.
A thief, a rapist, a devil he is --
portraying a self-proclaimed God.
But it is I who must stand trial,
I find this rather odd?
I've never committed a single crime.
The real culprit is still at large.
But I'll confess, I'm a proud Black man --
for this, I'm guilty as charged
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Mother to Son
"Who do you think you are? An Ebony King in an Ivory World?
Proud Son, let me refresh your memory.
Not too long ago we were prisoners of life.
Bound to sweat tears that could fill the Nile, drown the earth, and extinguish the fires in the deepest pits of hell.
That was our fate...
Forced to labor in the arms of the sun,
While basting our blood-covered bodies in the river of despair.
That was our life...
Confined to slave until rewarded by the sweet breeze of death.
That everlasting sleep that shall one day compensate us all.
That was our destiny...
Fortunately a combination of Faith and Hope led the way to a new life.
A life of freedom.
One worth living for;
One worth dying for.
And you, my son, dare have the gall to be too proud?
Who do you think you are?
All of our accomplishments are the result of hard work,
Whether forced or voluntary.
So the next time you're asked to scrub a pan,
Just remember the African-American man.
He endured more pain than Sampson could stand,
Child...wash that dish as best you can!"
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A Private Invasion
A thrusting motion forces me to bounce uncontrollably
I gasp, as I try to please the one I thought had earned the right to invade my private walls.
Delightful thoughts ran through my mind
Of times your only dream to find.
A feeling so strong I thought it was true.
Honesty to me, might be a lie to you.
I gave the very best of me
Now I regret that fantasy.
The one true treasure GOD gave me was given away foolishly.
Our passionate exchange soon grew to an end.
My partner left silently, never seen again.
Beware of disguises -- real love is true.
I lost my most prized possession, will you?
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the saga continues ===
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