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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 =========================================================== 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 =========================================================== 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 =========================================================== 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 =========================================================== 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 =========================================================== 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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