The Poetree

Black. Crack. Cocaine. Users. ,Increase. The. Crack. Cocaine. ,Selling. Gangsters. And. Crack. Houses. In. Black. Communities ,Everywhere ..Bringing. More. Misery. ,Pain. And. Despair.....Black ,Man. Crack. Cocaine. He. Is. Using. ,His. Body. He. Is. Abusing. ,His,Mind. He. Is. Losing......Wanting. Crack. Cocaine. More., And,More.. He. Becomes. A. Criminal. Robbing. Houses. And. ,Robbing. Stores...Black. Woman. In. The. Rain. ,No Matter., The,Season. On. The. Street.... Money. For. Crack. Cocaine. ,She,Sells. Her. Body. To. Unknown. Men. She. Meet...This ,Black ,Genocide. For. Racist. White. Politicians. To. Maintain ...They. ,Bring,In. Cocaine. From. Other. Countries.…

As. We. Speak. Black. History ,Black. Men. We. Need. To. Organize ,Black. Unity...We. Need. To. Embrace. Kwanzaa. Principles. To ,Transform. Each. Black. Community. Black. Men. Stop. Running. ,Away. From. Responsibility...You. Need. To. Be. Involved. In. Raising ,Your. Family ..Speak. And. Treat. Black. Women., Respectively...Teach. Black. Children. Black. History.....And., Embrace Black. Spirituality. ,To. End. The. White. Supremacy., ,Religion. Of. Christianity.......!!!!!!!!!

Valentine. Day. Night,To. Each. Other. We. Say. We. Belong...We. ,Slow. Dance. To. Old. Soul Love,,. Songs.. Chocolate,Roses ,And. Another,Surprise. Brings. Excitement. To. Her. Eyes...Each. Caress,And. Each. Kiss. Brings. Such. Warm. Bliss....Passion. Rising ,Like. Flames. Of. A. Fire. We. Surrender. To. Every. Desire....Love,Making. Brings. Such. Delight...On. A. Rainy Valentine ,Day. Night......

Tyre. Nichols. Black. Police. Kept. Beating. Him.. White. People. ,Black. Police. Know. Not. To. Beat. Them.. Black. Police. Black. ,People. Should. Be. Able. To. Trust.....Choking. Deaths,Shooting. ,Deaths. Of. Innocent. Black. People. ,They. Know. How. Racist., White, Police. Treat. Us.....Black. Police. Kept. Beating. Him. Not,Caring. About. His. Pain. And. Suffering......His. Cries. For.,.. His,Mother. They. Were. Hearing.....Being. Police. They. Thought , They. Could. Get. Away. With. This. In. Their. Mind......By. Racist ,White. Police. They. Could. Be. Tyre. Nichols. At. Any. Time.....!

By. A. Ancient. Baobab Tree,,To Children. ,A. Tribe. Elder. ,Teachers. African. Proverbs. .. As. Giraffes. ,Follow. ,A. Elephant. ,Herd...Great. Migration. ,Wildebeest. ,Zebra. Prepare. To. Escape ,,Crocodile. Terror..At. The. Banks. Of. A. Distant. River....A., Secretary Bird. Kills. A. Cobra. On. The. Ground..Flamingos ,Fly ,Away. After. Hearing. Loud. Baboons. Sound....Impala ,Gazelle ,Quickly. Flee ,Approaching. Lions. With. A. Deep. Hunger...At. The,,Banks. Of. A. Distant. River.....Congo. Jungle,,Gorilla. Quite, ,Loud. Are. The. Mandrill And. Chimpanzee .. As. A. Large. Hippo,Wanders. Among. The. Trees...For. Africa ,And. The., Ancestors , Tribe. Elder. G…

New. Year. Will. There. Be. Voices. For. Unity??To. Organize. The. ,Kwanzaa. Principals. For. Everyday. In. Black. Communities...Black ,Voices. For. Communication. .Black. Voices. For. Motivation. .Black,Voices. For. Black. History. And. Education. .Black. Voices. For,Community. Transformation....Black. Voices. To. End. The. Chaos,Self. Genocide. And. Devastation. Black. Voices. To. End,Christianity ,To. End. White. Jesus. Salvation ...

Church. Bells. Ringing .. Again. The. Holy. Birth. Will. Be. Told....Jesus,Born. In. Bethlehem. Of. Old....3. Kings. Following. The,Holy. Star. That. Shined.. This. Is. Black. Christians. At. ,Christmas. Time....No. Room. At. The. Inn,In. A. Stable. Joseph. And,Mary. Were..Shepherds. ,Talking. Animals. At. The. Holy., Manger.. In. Black. Churches. A. White. Jesus. You. Will. Find...This,Is,Black. Christians. At. Christmas. Time....Jesus. Birth ,Contradictions ,Where. Ever. ,Matthew. And Luke ..Jesus Existed ,Besides. The. Bible. There. Is. No. Proof...Jesus. ,Christianity. ,,Enslaved. Black. People. Souls. And. Minds...This. Is. Black., Christians,,At. Christmas. Time..…

Racist. Men. Calling. Him. The. N Word. Hoodoo. Wizard. Nipsey ,Heard. Now. He. Speaks. The. Temporarily. Color. Changing. Words..At. A. Former. Louisiana. Slave. Plantation. Racist. White. Have,Their. Nativity. Scene. On. Christmas. Eve. Night,The. ,Singing. ,Is. The. Racist. Carolers. .A. White. Baby. Is. In. The. Created. Manger..Ignoring. The African. Golden. Bird. As. It. Puts. The. Potion. On. The. Baby. In. The Manger. ,The. Racist. Preacher. Speaks On,The. White. Shepherds. ,White. Wise men ,No. Room. At. The. Inn.Everything. Is. Joyful. ,But. Then. They. Notice. White. Jesus,Has. Black. Skin....Loud. Screams. Loud. Screams ,Loud,Shrieks.....The. Devil. Did. I…

Another. Thanksgiving. Day. Begins...We. Are. Welcoming. Family. And. Friends....So. Much. Gossip. And. Stories. Being. Shared. As,The. Food. Is. Being. Prepared...So. Much. Good. Food...You ,Keep,Eating. Because. You. Could...Stuffing. Bread ,Meat. ,Cakes,Yams And. Pies...Not. Concerned. About. The Food. Going ,To,Your. Waist ,Hips. And. Thighs.......

Rainy. Evening ,Racist. Atchison. Pettus Joyfully. Roams. Among. A,Southern. Slave. Plantation. Slave. Cabins ..As. Hoodoo. Witch ,,Petrel Color. Changing. Spell. Begins.. He. Is. Transported. Back. In,Time. To. The. Slave. Auction..He. Chained. ,Shackled. With. ,African Slaves. Are. Taken. Out. Of. The. Pen .To. The. Auction. Block, Come. Everyone. To. The. Negro Sale. The. Auctioneer. ,Joyfully. Yells. Atchison. Pettus With. The. Darkest Skin ,His. Body,Greased. With. Grease . He. Understands. English ,But. Its ,The,Bantu African. Language. He. Speaks......He. Weeps. And,Shrieks As. He. Stands. There. . Almost. Naked ,. Bare.. This,Negro. Sold. To. This. Man…

I'm in the process of self-publishing my 4th book and wanted to share a couple of letters to uplift. Enjoy! Your feedback is ALWAYS welcome! Dear Bathroom Facilities, Thank you for allowing me to be alone with you. You and I have so many secrets. Thank you for keeping mine on the low. I know that, at times, it is I who puts my business in the air, but when it counts, you’re always there for me. You’ve become my place of refuge - A place where I can wash the day’s demands away. Thank you for supplying me with everything that I need to release, refresh and revitalize. Thank you for protecting my pride, oh dear sweet bathroom…

Black. People. It. Is. Time. To. Rise.. In. This. Country. We. Need. Unity. To. Survive...For. Centuries. Because. Of. Our. Skin. Color ,And. Race. Our. People. They. Dehumanize....They. Bring. In. Black ,Communities. Guns. And. Cocaine. To. Help. With. Black. Genocide..,For. Profit. To. A. White. Jesus. Black. People. Black. Preachers. Will. Baptize... Both. Political. Parties. Racist. Speak. Lies..Each. Minute. Each. Second. Of. Each. New. Sunrise. .They. Are,Planning. Our. Demise....

Finding the colony in the metropolis of Albany discovering naked mind dressed in style with a red tie bypassing the mourning of those who went and those that were blown away. Stonewalls and Rockefeller signs of things kept public to keep it from becoming public. Manolo is polite He does not wear polyester suites stays away from rice and beans drinking martinis speaking English without broken-down clues. Manolo sings in the cold winter and all the politicians buy a ticket to his annual fund-raiser. Manolo is happy to have a godfather dancing by his side.…

Shame on them I have no wish to be gay no wish to be black or neither white but I do wish to relate with love, understanding, compassion. God’s universe created me with a team purpose, to share the uniqueness, beauty, of what is a Boricua, Puerto Rican, Taino, Africano. Exactly what or who I’m, as you are proud of what or who you are, sharing the uniqueness, beauty, your team’s purpose. We come from the same supplier spirits painted by the brush of God’s imagination, wrapped in different art frames, released, shipped to the planet. As I walked the stree…

You ever wanted a thing so bad that the thought of losing it before you even have it makes you mad. Do you ever dream beyond the moment of conception with the intention of having better things. I ask God so many questions because I just want to know what it all means. Looking over life wondering how women can take on so many roles. We have pushed up those around us while not losing sight of our own goals. I wasn't prepared for this life with so many fires to put out. Where we speak life into existence but we are never taught how. Where we as individuals should be allowed to determine our own worth yet we don't understand this that our value can't be decided on earth …

Community. Problems. ,For. Solutions. We. Need. To. Come., Together. And. Discuss. We. Need. To,,Begin. Having. Unity. And. Trust...,We,Need. To. Teach,. Black. Children. To. Have. Self.- Determination. And. Purpose. .Because. Only. We. Can. Save. Us ....

When. Each. Day. Does. Begin. Leviticus. Pettigrew. Looking. In,The,Mirror. Hates. His. Race,,And. Dark. Brown. Skin. .He. Wish. There. Was. A. ,Magic. Potion. To. Bring. A. Race. Changing. Transformation. ..So,He,Could. Live. In. A. White. Community. With. Race. ,Segregation. .. He. Would. Have. A. White. Girl Friend. With. Blue,Eyes. And. Blonde. Hair. He. Would. Proudly. Take. To. ,White,Communities. Everywhere ...The American. Dream,Pursuit. Of,Happiness. He. Could. Obtain...Be. Away. From. Black. ,Communities. Racism,,Despair. And. Pain....

We. Were. Slow. Dancing. To. The. Dells Song. Oh. What. A. Night,That. Was. Playing.. .Outside. A. Rainy. Thunder. Night.. ,We,Eating. Chocolate. Rose. Petals. On. The. Bed. ,Planning. To. ,Make Love. By. Candle. !ight..We. In. Love's. Embrace. .With. Joyfully. Smiles. Upon. Her. Face.. Loving. Words. To. Each. Other. ,We. Express. ..Each. Other. We. Slowly. Caress.. .Slowly. Caressing ,With. Anxious. Fingertips. ..Each. Kiss. Brings. Such. Bliss...The,Passion. Rising. Like. A. Wild. Fire.. Surrendering. To. ,Each. Others. Desire....Gentle. Sighs,Love. Making. Cries,,,Of,Love..,Love. Moans. Louder. Than. The. Thunder. Above.......We. Tell. Each. Other. We Belong. .A…

Praying for Book Review by AALBC. - My name is Ira Davis. I am the author of the book "War Between Good and Evil". ISBN is 978-1-953090-23-2. Publication Date 06/08/2021. Synopsis: War Between Good and Evil: A collection of Poems, Vol. I., is a completed 12,342-word poetry book that mostly describes life in America through the lens of a Black man. The poems describe the challenges of growing up in poverty with an absent father and a mother who will move mountains to hold her family together. The speaker describes his struggles and the challenges of making ends meet and how he eventually overcomes those struggles and achieves his aspirations. The poems are of conflict and…

I will be publishing a book of letters, and I’d like to give you a taste of the letters that I’ve compiled. All feedback is appreciated. I took the long way home just so that I could take the scenic route into your soul. On my way, I caught a glimpse of loneliness as I passed through the supplemental vessels that run wild. Then I came to rest at the upper left side of your chest. I felt a sense of love and warmth as our hearts became harmoniously synchronized. I stayed there a while - until I felt your heart beat faster. To keep the pace, I traveled up and down your spine; slowed you down; made you blush; confused your mind in a good way. Then I …

through the eyes of real selfish ideas wreaked havoc on many whose hopes and dreams were snuffed out— like the flame of a candle in a winter-wind storm.... through the eyes of real not just metaphorically; but literally generations suffered the hellish terror— of stolen rights and identity... lineage obliterated— roots chopped like mulch and scattered in the wind like dry leaves of Autumn with no regard— making it impossible to know— from which tree we came— which yard?... through the eyes of real what are our real names??? sad to say—"we …

Unevenly yoked means you don't agree and a house divided can not stand. Depending on how true and grounded you are in your faith will be like standing at the greatest divide. Like both holding to a rope with no true winning side. It's left and right trying to take control. It's like fighting the current as you swim while you're walking up a road. It will be liking to talking and listening simultaneously. Like wanting to battle but praying to flee. It's like an orange orange colored by design but an anomaly is created when you taste a fruit that appears as an orange yet taste of a completely different kind. It's like empty and full competing in a space where everything is …

Time. With. Family. And. Friends. Joyful. And. Chaos. I. Did. Have..Home. Relaxing. Listening. To. Christmas. Jazz.... Ella - Fitzgerald ,Louis. Armstrong ,Oscar. Peterson. ,Wynton Marsalis...,Brings. Me. A. Lot. Of. Warm. Bliss ...Outside. In. The. Cold,Weather. ,Caro!ers. Singing,People. Home. From. Shopping. ,Some. Shopping. Late. While. I. Am. Home. Eating. Yams. And,Drinking. Hot. Chocolate....

Twas. The. Night. Before. Christmas. ,All. Through. The, Neighborhoods.. Within The. Misery. And. Despair. ,People. Were. ,Up. To. No. Good. Christmas. Carolers. Begin. To. Run.. After. Hearing,The. Loud. Sounds. Of Guns. .Crack. Sellers. Selling. Crack ,On. The. Streets .Prostitutes. Selling. Themselves. To. Men. They,Try. To. Meet. Thugs. In. The. Streets Prowling. .Planning. To,Break. In. To. Homes. In. The. Apartment. Buildings...Those. With,Presents. Under. Trees. Will. Be. Stolen. By. Fiends. And. ,Thieves. Upon. The. Streets. Covered With Snow .Laying. Upon ,The. Ground. Are. Wino's .Preparing. The. Sermons. Black. Preachers. In. The. City. Everywhere. Will.…

Another year has come and gone, The time of year we make goals for ourselves. Goals, that we fail to keep, for instance: Plans to lose weight and not stay up too late, Save money and spend less, Not to make our lives such a mess. That we will be more loving and peaceable, And not always feel right. That we will admit to our wrongs, And refuse to fuss and fight. That we won’t fail, but will try, That we will be truthful and not lie. Why do fool ourselves into making resolutions? Because...we are human.

Know Your Worth, Be Okay With Being You, and We Are All So Much More Than The Words We Choose. We Are Originators Of Unique Creative Avenues That Lead To Unexplored Shores That Go Unnamed Until We Choose. We Are Unexplored Territory Canvassing Our Next Move Unaware That So Many Will In Fear Allow Curiosities To Set Up All The Rules. Which For Many Will Be Bricked Off Walls And Doors Of Bars Called Shame, It Would Be Absent Of That Childlike Intrigue Where We Learn To Pronounce Our Very Own Name. It Will Be The Difference In The Mold The Journey Takes Where We Are Allowed To Learn Ourself And Be Okay With Our Own Mistakes

I found this forum some time ago and I recently remembered this poetry section. For a long time I’ve been needing to express feelings that I’ve long kept buried. Most of my brothers express themselves writing lyrics but that’s just not for me I like to see the words on a page (or screen).I’m not educated and I’m just pulling what’s inside me out for the world to see and I hope it’s good enough for your fine forum. I want this to be a snapshot of the black experience in the uskkk, my journey through life and my lessons about what love really is. Here’s the first installment. My Neighborhood Through the boy’s young eyes the neighborhood seems vast and …

Was Wondering Where The Grown Folks Are. It's Like Aiming For The Moon And Wishing On Stars 🤔 Real Conversations Coming Your Way. Bringing Solutions Should Be The New Dance Craze. Scary Minds Trying To Find A Way To Lossen The Noose That We Are Taught By The Masters To Ingore While We Open Eyed Are Blinded By The Indocurated Information We Are Taught In Our Youth. Yes I Believed Too. My Cultures Mismanaged Story Not Only Jaded By The Chalked Outlined Street But Dripping In Blood And Bought As My Truth Is Shoved To The Credits Which Are Decorated By Those Now Coined Deceased. My Forefathers Never Existed, Thier Names Changed So My Children Would Die In The Street. To Cut T…

I don't wanna waste any more time, time is not my friend, time, time isn't my enemy, time owes me nothing, time is a commodity we wasted when were young not realizing that when it's gone it's gone, it's gone and so many of us pray for it, but we all want to redo somewhere in our life some decision we made where we feel we should have thought twice but it is what it is. Time doesn't bend it just joins us as we live. it's like the walk, or the breath we needed to exist but if we cherished it as we should We would value the risk. the risk that comes when you realize your wasting time. Its when you don't realize that time isn't your friend for you and for me it has both begin…

It's respect for them. I wear the mask knowing covid is a joke. I wear it because it gives some a misguided type of hope. I don't wear it because it makes me feel any kind of safe. I wear it because so many fear man that God had lost his space, place, time in that life so when others walk in fear I put the mask on because they think this will save a life. My war is not with you but we voted this mess in. It's about dividing and conjuring as so many relationships will end. It's misinformation fed to us everyday and we get lost in the words because we all refuse to pray. We are not asking the right questions and they take advantage of that as well, they gave us cell phones …

We are having the wrong conversation here. Our government is like Hitler oh the movies they will someday write. The history that will be written for such a time as this. The things in this that we are willing to compromise. So my question is exactly what are they attempting to distract us from. Could it be the new one world order or are governments just having fun. When looking back on history when did the dirt appear. Some of the true to life adaptation are only now being made clear. Create fear. Use the Jim Crow theory divide and concur rewrite history until we all get weary. But really when thinking did the government do anything for it's people. They lured us in promi…

it's spoken word and it would really depends on my state of mind at the time. It take motivation, how we tell it can change another's state of mind. So when determining anything I use grace to allow my heart to decide. It would really be to the glory if together we all are adorned on the very same stage. Many of us share experiences of the road less traveled so it encourages others to omit the fear that is created with the decision of change.

Men are taught often to show themselves vulnerable is to be weak.. many women have been in today's society is the less you show you care the more he will try to get you too see him standing there. So to not seem insane how does anyone know how anyone feels. We run to the same sex for comfort infear of frightening each other. We wear mask daily in relationships where we spirituality and mentally catfish one another. Mental health is the first think to consider but she won't notice his state of mind unless she is his sister. So to say 1 of ten of the females in his life will notice his struggle could be right. The one who show up in the mist of the challenge is probably the…

I'm not sure why people can't come to terms Or won't come to terms with the necessity of forgiveness that comes with learning. It's learning to love every man where he is found. a man is not bound by his circumstances he is not hostage to his past. a man should learn from his ancestors so that he Doesn't have to look back. Referencing is required. It's like a map in time. You may have to walk the road more then once to commit it in your mind. Imagine us the Atlas. each man a different place. each man a different journey and no two journeys In time should be a raced. Imagine some roads rocky, other roads completely hilled some roads are on cliffs and some roads Are…

Will I ever know your story or will my story surfice. It boggles my mind when I think how one sided each story is when it comes to real life. I never heard your history or did I imagined what you went through. I never took into consideration that you have a story too. I just heard what they said. you know the ones that look like me. the ones that share what they feel is the most important take on history. I wonder if those claiming all these tragic things in time ever realize that those that are multi cultural have a somewhat different take on cultural crimes. I mean how do we relate to them killing you which is the killing of me how do we not understand That it w…

Someone to aspire too.. on a scale of 1 to 10. I say 31, because proverbs 31 for females give us a place to begin. She is too the imagination the description of every woman from within. She is mother and wife, sister and friend, she is the essence of femininity her titles have no end. If it can be achieved she'll strive for the win, her goals are accomplishments that make those idle moments feel like sin. She is a greeter, that only retreats as a design, She will change her lane to complete the desires of her mine. She is a master that is making the rules. By extension of her values her virtue a tool. Trend setting her image as we do as she would as the example of feminin…

Can we grow together? Is this a question, or a statement. We can grow together is this a simple estimation. We say things that are more then simply heard. There is more to the commitment that becomes convoluted with spoken word. Is a relationship an investment of merely time. Does me being absent from your presence make my existence sublime. Did I disappear because my voice faded in the dark. Am I nonexistent because you couldn't feel my heart. Can we grow together? Because I don't look like you, we can grow together yet it's something we must choose. Your voice is a voice that echos a melody and even when I can't see you I know you feel like me. I know our common ground …

I feel so alone laying next to you. Waking up to another nightmare where promises weigh me down like a boulder on my neck, it has me praying for the silence that is a companion to death. Words can not describe the dread that sits at my feet, the emptiness that represents my thoughts and drain my energy. Swollen eyes slightly ajar decorate my face which is without Emotion as time has removed the color for remorse to take its place. The disguise I wear takes every bit of me, it’s distorted what remains and blinded me too a fantasy. It is remiss to compare a fairytale to a nightmare as they both are thought imagined yet they both will have us scared. Both have a hero both a …

Black. Church. Sunday. If. White Jesus. Is. The. Black Preacher's,Sermon . Out. The. Church. Black. People. Should. Run..The. Preacher. Preaching. You. Need. Jesus. For. Salvation...The,Slave. Owners. Using. The. Bible. To. Justify. Slavery,Jesus. Name. Of. A. Slave. Ship. Preacher. Not. Telling. His,Congregation..Preacher. Not. Telling. The. Bible. Scripture..Slaves. With. A. Sincere. Heart. Obey. Your. Earthly., Masters...For. Profit. ,Souls. Minds. Of. Black. People. The. ,Preacher,,Enslaved. Like. The. Slave. Owners. Forcing. Christianity ,Upon. Our. Ancestors. That. Lay. In. Graves...Christianity. Is., The,Last. Of. The. Slave. Chains. ....Christianity. In. Bla…

I will be publishing a book of letters, and I’d like to give you a taste of the letters that I’ve compiled. All feedback is appreciated. I took the long way home just so that I could take the scenic route into your soul. On my way, I caught a glimpse of loneliness as I passed through the supplemental vessels that run wild. Then I came to rest at the upper left side of your chest. I felt a sense of love and warmth as our hearts became harmoniously synchronized. I stayed there a while - until I felt your heart beat faster. To keep the pace, I traveled up and down your spine; slowed you down; made you blush; confused your mind in a good way. Then I …

Pettus Akiens . Proud. Of. His. Family. Slave. Plantation ,Haunted,He. Is. Not. Believing. . At. Night. Among. The. Slave ,Cabins,Something. Lurking. ,He Has. A. Feeling. ...Inside. A. Slave ,Cabin. Silent. ,Then. Blood. Drips. Down. The. Walls,Voices. He. Hears,Strange. Language. Their. Speaking. ..Slowly. Appearing ,,Slaves. In. Chains. And. Shackles. ,Slave. Corpses Skeletons ,He. Is,Seeing...Their. Moans,Weeping. ,Shrieks. He. Is. Loudly. Hearing....The Rattling. Of. The. Chains,,Slaves. Loud. Weeping ,Shrieking. Him. It. Is. Torturing. .On. His. Knees. He. Crawls. Out. Of,The. Slave. Cabin. Running. Down. The. Street. Screaming. Anc,Shrieking...

Racist. White. Have. Gathered. ,Their. Leader. Speaks.. Its. A. Good ,Thing. For. Us. Black. People. Do. Not. Listen. To. Malcolm. X,Principles. Of. Kwanzaa. Or. Black. Wall. Street.. Dividing. These,People. ,Organizing. Black. Genocide. Always. Our. Plan. ,With,Cocaine. And. Guns. Let. It. Be. Done. By. The. Black. Man..,We,Bring. Guns. Cocaine. In. Black. Communities. ,,So. There,Can. Be. Street. Gang. Murders ,Crack. Houses. Around. Every,Corner. Black. Man. Creating. Children. Without. ,Being,Caring,Concerned. Fathers......Black. Church. ,Their. Ancestors. Religion. They. Themselves. Have. Demise...Black. Christians. Have. Embraced ,Our,Image. Of. A. White. Jesus. W…

Black. People. Agree. When. I. Speak. This..White. Man's. Tongue. ,Words. Like. A. Venomous. Snake. Hiss..Trusting. The. White. Man,Is,Like. The. Judas. Kiss....Long. After. Slavery. Said. To. Have,Been. Ended. ,Racist. White. Man. Continues. To. Deny. Black,People. Liberty. ,Happiness. And. Bliss....Our. Ancestors,Their,Pain,Torture ,Of. Them. I. Reminisce. Time., Changes,Seasons. Change. But. Not. Black. People. Racist. White ,Nemesis......

Walking. In. The. Community. ,Feeling. The. Warm. Spring. Breeze.,But. Within. There. Is. A. Feeling. Of. Unease.. Calm. ,As,The,Sun. Beans. Down. Between. The. Leaves. The. Birds. Sing,Joyfully. In. Trees. Upon. Blossoming. Flowers. ,Are. Butterflies,And. Bees. I. Wave. And. Friends. And. Family ..But., There. Is. A. Feeling. Of Unease. . Any. Moment. Any., Second,,,Racist. White. Police. Will. Attack. Have. Me. On My Back,Upon. My. Neck. Their Knees..Demonic. Laughing. When. I. ,Say. I. Cannot. Breath. .Before. I. Begun. Walking. This. Happening,I. Could. Foresee .....

Young. Mariah. Loves. To. Read. .She. Is. In. The. Library. Every,Week,, She. Sees. So. Many. Books. Upon. The. Book. Shelves. She. Loves. Choosing. Books. To. Read. Herself. .,Page By,,Page. Reading. Line. By. Line. She. Embraces. Learning. ,Imagination. In. Her. Mind. Books. About. People. Animals. ,Places ,,,Science. Fiction. And. Mystery. . She. Learns. About. Herself. ,And,,Her. People. From. Black. History. .So. Many. Places. She. Can,Travel. To. And. Roam. .Without. Leaving. The. Library, Or. Her. ,,Home. Young. Mariah. Knows. In ,School. She. Can. Succeed ,,,Because. She. Loves. To. Read.......

Warm. Spring. Day. ,Butterfly. Hawkins. Is. Returning. To. Her. New. Orleans Shack. She. Loudly. Hears. A. Racist White. Man. Who. ,,Hates. People. Brown. And. Black....As. Butterfly. Hawkins. Nears ,,Her. Shack. The. Owls. Loudly. Screech. .Her. Growing. Number. Of,,Black. Cats. Toward. Her. Creep.. Inside. Her. Shack. , African ,,Porcupine Quills,Black. Mamba Snake. Skin. ,Deadly Nightshade ,,Plant. Put. The. Last. Of. The Ingredients. In. The. Cauldron. Her,,African. Pygmy. Friend. She. Tells. . As. She. Prepares. To. ,,Speak. The. Hoodoo. Magic. Spell. She. Drinks. The. Potion. And,Becomes. A. Blond. White. Woman. To. Lure. The. Racist. White,Man. In.... He. Jo…

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