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EMANCIPATED AGAIN
How many times must I be freed?
In this lifetime
In the existence of a dark skinned human?
I Celebrated life rich with customs, beliefs and traditions
I Fought those who stole me away from my life and loved ones
I Ran when I was hunted like a rabid wolf
I Celebrated declaration of objectivity
I Fought for menial living allowances
I Ran from evils that lurked under white sheets
I Celebrated rights by law and constitution of this land
I Fought for equality - to be seen as human - with heart and soul
I Ran from the fear of what I represented - strength, endurance,
pride, intelligence and royalty
Yet perceived as never good enough
I Celebrated knowledge and the ability to learn -
To be educated without visual or legal barriers
I Fought invisible demons - segregation, separatism,
supremacy and the devil himself
I Ran from the drugs and violence that adds salt to the wounds
of society and breaks my slumber
I Celebrate Life as an African-American - Rich with customs, beliefs
and traditions blended with the freedoms that America promises.
In English tongue I claim my existence to be seen, heard and free
to live as we continue to fight the destroyers of souls.
I Fight for peace and unity - Growth is inevitable in GOD's plan.
He has attended to the needs of this world.
I Run from the corruption, immoral, indecent displays of
everyday life that are embraced and accepted as
FREEDOM
Katherine A. Smith (c) ksa@ont.com
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estangement
keep the black man down,
downtown, uptown,
off the streets.
In the house, in the
closet, but keep him . . .
estranged
to others, to self.
Make him certain of his
uncertainties and
keep the blackman down,
in his place . . .
estanged
from a heritage of our past
from his world of the present
from the hope of a future and
his estrangement will continue
to continue . . .
to keep the black man DOWN!
Saleem Abdal-Khaaliq (c) nsa@vgernet.net
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QUEENS
sista's got power
don't you know can't keep a black woman down
we just continue to grow
took our honor
tried to shame us
with rape
took our offspring
our skin, you do hate
made us process our hair
said our lips were too big
noses to wide
hips that clothes tend to ride
lies, all of it lies
that we knew in our heart
tried to take our culture &spirit
with that we wouldn't part
we are the creators
the daughters of kings
we will all rejoice
when freedom finally rings
Karen Roberts (c) KAYC918@aol.com
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DISTANCE IS CALLING YOU
as i have given you life,
my sprouts of sperm,
collect in DUST.
in times,
my life was pleased
with many.
thru life i seek changes,
Distant Pain
to end all
sufferings.
to be my only son
to carry my name,
BLESSINGS.
when i was unsure of my
own possibilities, the life
in you has given me
Peace.
you have cleared my
sufferings and taught
me the BLACK MAN
how to love
Unconditionally
our surroundings
are different.
i remember u once,
the day
u came from your
mother's womb.
too young to know
me as your
father.
due to our present
EXISTENCE
things have changed.
don't feel as if i don't
reach for u or
whether or not
my love is pure.
only know
that
our conditions r
to be APART.
you r my SON.
i carry you in my
HEART.
and if by chance this reaches u,
continue to know that i will live my
LIFE....
trying to be a PRESENCE in yours.
Phaedra Davis (c) fay@vgernet.net
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SMILE MY SISTAS
SISTA SISTA
Often you shall be called bi**h or hoe
But know. . .that you are neither
Or anything in-between
You my dear are nothing less then a queen
A BEAUTIFUL BLACK QUEEN
You shall be called ugly and fat
But don't trouble yourself over any of that
For on the last day of eternity
You shall be known as the backbone of the community
You are the greatest of all
Sisters, mothers, daughters, and wives
It is because of you that the true
Brothers, fathers, sons, and husbands enjoy their lives
Ignorant males disguised as caring men
Shall break your heart again and again
But through all your suffering and pain
If you stay strong and allow him
One shall come . . . who like the sun
Will chase away the rain
The media portrays you as being
Money hungry and unintelligent
But you
THE BEAUTIFUL BLACK QUEEN
Are truly heaven sent
Never plot against another woman
You are all family . . . you must unite
When your sister is going through trials and tribulations
Give her support, help her to fight
Stand for what you believe in
Many times you will feel all alone
But remember. . . God is always with you
Pouring down love and strength from his throne
THE BLACK WOMAN IS A BEAUTIFUL QUEEN
Remember that statement
Sistas if you ever get down I want you to shout it
YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL BLACK QUEENS
NEVER DOUBT IT
Demeterius "Flite" Smith (c) demetes@clemson.edu
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PARTY LINE MADNESS: 1-800 BLACK GENOCIDE
In my hood I'm probably the quietest one,
but on the Party Line Madness I'm so and so,
I'm this one, I'm a lonely ass Atilla the Hun.
"F**k you bi**h", "I'll smack you hoe", "You
can eat a dick and your mama too". The crime
of Black Genocide is what my people are calling
The Roach to do.
From New York to Cally -- Oh no! Not the east
coast, west coast game -- I can't help from
feeling the white man put this Party Line Madness
in my community to tighten that slave mentality
reign.
Using pre-paid numbers, stolen credit cards and
three-way conference with pride. If I can't do
it this way I'll find another way to dial
1-800 Black Genocide.
Telepersonal, Telecafe and the 8 Ball are all
the same. Another lethal injection into black
people's low self-esteem vein.
"It's just entertainment" -- "Well I call
here 'cause I'm bored", but no REAL black woman
should ever tolerate being labeled a whore.
1-800 Black Genocide, I hurt for other Party Line
dwellers -- folks with the lineage of African Kings
and Queens -- talking like they were born and raised
in jail house cellars.
1-800 Black Genocide a low budget addiction I must
kick. This Party Line Madness could never define me
'cause I'm on some true cipher sh*t.
Mocha Cobham-Hawkins (c) Mocha1913@hotmail.com
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