The Poetree

Ebony man, strong, dark, hidden, it is the strength like that of the mighty oak, you stand in spite of the weather and because of that stance you give hope Full grown, your essence shaded in a mahogany hue, and those that look are intimidated by you, as you rise the victor with the morning dew, not afraid to embrace the chains used to enslave you, you pull the empty hopes of the dreams that accumulate in graves, ebony man with the black brick back that hold the weight of a people constantly under attack. Where do you rest your head and close your eyes, when do you stop fighting a war where the black man dies, you struggle each day for the life of another , calling all wit…

When do mistakes happen, what makes a miracle real, who decides what value is worth, who thought of us, who painted the canvass of hills that decorate the evening sky the very same horizon that gives the sun reason to climb, who blew bubbles in the sea and set the ocean free, who told the first story, sang the first song, colored the sunset, righted the first wrong, who opened your eyes, who made the rainbow and the slide, invented the moments that contribute to pride, who gave joy to the first boy or uplifted the spirit of the first girl, who played with honor or shouted with glee, ran the first mile or climbed the biggest tree, who heard the first silence, before regret…

A. Black. Skin. Race. Of. People,Captured,Kidnapped,Forced. To. A,Strange. Land. By. Evil. White. People ,For. Enslavement. ,The. ,Slave,Auction. Poster. Does. Tell. Human. ,Bondage,Horror,Torture,,Misery,They Would Dwell. Negroes ,For,Sale,The. Slave Auctioneer Begins. I Tossed Some Of ,Them,Over. To Be Eaten By Sharks,Slave Ship Captain Says,With,A ,,Demonic ,Sadistic Grin.. Families Separated,There Is Weeping.. Their. Love Ones ,They Will Never Again. Be Seeing. The ,Slaves,Remember. Upon. The. Ship,,Thrown. Into. The. Ocean ,The,Dying. And. The. Dead. Floating. Upon. The. Ocean,We're. ,Arms,Legs. And. Heads. Back. To Their. Native. …

Prisoners. Entering The. Prison. In. The. Rain. Street. Thug. ,His. ,Mother. Warned. Him. Again. And. Again. . Money. And. Fashion,Clothers. Was. His. Pursuit.. In Prison He Is Penniless,And,Wears A Orange Jump Suit.. Looking Around ,So. Many. Black. Men. He Looks At Them ,They Look At Him.. Over-Crowded. Cells,A Dreadful Place. Silent,He Tries Not To Show ,A,Tear Trace. Over Crowded. ,Prisoners Playing Cards,Some Back,And Forth Pacing. Armed Guards ,Barbed Wire. Fences,No ,Chance. Of Escaping. Loneliness,Hopelessness ,Emptiness. Invades ,The. Mind. And. Soul. Some. Prisoners. Serving. A. Few. Years. ,Some. Life. With…

Rainy. New. Orleans. Midnight, Hoodoo. Theodora ,Speaking. Hoodoo,Incantations. For. Her. Color. Changing. Potions. Her. Hoodoo-Color. Changing. Potions. For. A. Racist. White. Man. In New Orleans..Her Hoodoo Color Changing Potion Has To Be Prepared,Before. The Rise Of The Sun. African Poison Plants,Black-Leopard Skin,Black Mamba Snake,Among The ,,Ingredients. In Her Hoodoo Cauldron... Early Morning,Away From,Racist Connors Binnew House Hoodoo Theodora Is Quickly,Creeping. Not. Long After,Racist. Connors. Binnew ,Awakes,From. Sleeping. Racist. Rally. Day,Outside. A. Misty. Rain. Connors. Binnew Gets. Out. Of …

4th, Of. July,American. Flag,Liberty Bell,Statue. Of. Liberty,This. ,Country's. Freedom Symbols. Our Slave. Ancestors. ,Forced. To,Build,America. The. Beautiful. Descendants Of ,Slaves,Hated,Oppressed, Denied Liberty. In This God Fearing,Land,Of The Free. Racist White. Celebrating The Military,With Patriotic Songs,Fireworks, And Parades. Not Speaking,About The Sacrifices Black Soldiers Have Made. Black-Inventors Inventions. Everywhere You See.. In This God. Fearing,Land. Of. The. Free. . Pursuit. Of. Happiness,Justice. For. All, Lying. Historic. Words... There. Is. Equality. For Everyone, From. Racist. Lying.…

Black. Church, What. Is. This. Place. Preacher. Saying. For. Salvation. ,A,White. Jesus. Christ. You. Have. To. Embrace. . Jesus. Feeding. The,Poor,Healing. The Sick. ,The Preacher. Is Preaching. As The. ,Congregation. Sees The Preacher's Gold Watch ,Diamond Rings,He,Got From Church Money He Was Stealing. Black -Church,What Is This. Place? God Of Our Ancestors. ,What , The,Bible Says And Do. Not Say,The Preacher Deliberately ,Has,Misplaced. . No Spiritual Enlightenment ,Spiritual -Bondage,Is,The. Church. Culture. This. Another. Reason. White-Supremacy. Can. Conquer. Black. Church,What. Is. This. ,Place?.Preacher. Says,Yo…

African. Congo. Rainfirest,Racist. White. Men,,Again. Wickedly. Wander. ,In.. They. Are Captured. By. Congo. Cannibal Pygmies. With. A. ,Killing,Grin.. The. White. Men. Taken. Back To. The. Village To. Be ,Skinned,,White Men No Longer Speak. Heard Only Are Their ,Moans. And Shrieks . .. Loudly. Are The ,Elephants,Gorillas,Chimpanzee,Angry Baboons In Trees. Creepy ,Mandrill Monkeys Follow A Cobra Through. The ,Leaves.....Some,White. Men In Bubbling Cauldrons ,Others. Roasting,Upon. A. Fire.. Ancient. Pygmy. Seasoning. For. Their. ,Taste,Desire.. Women. Prepare. The. Food,Men. Play. The. Drums. ,The. Elders. Sing. Songs. In. Their. Nativ…

My. Beloved. And. I,Walk. Among. The. Garden. Flowers. In. The,Spring. Sun. She. As. Beautiful. As. The. Flowers. ,That,Blossom!. The. Birds. Welcoming. Spring,Sung By The,Thrushes.. As Butterflies Fly Upon The Rose Bushes.. We ,Walk Among The Cherry Blossom Trees. With A Feeling , Of,Bliss,Pleasure And Ease. . Our Love Like The ,Flowers,Grow.. Within. Our Love Warm As The Spring Sun,Rays Glow. We Embrace. And Kiss Beneath The ,Tree,Shade. Hoping Our Love Will. Never. Fade....

Brother. Where. Are. You. Going,Where. Have. You. Been? In. Your. ,Mind. And. Soul,Is. There. A. Purpose. Destination. Within?Do. You,Walk. With.Inner. Strength,Or Do You Cluelessly Wander.?,Is. Your,Mind In Slave Mentality,Or Do You Have A Free Mind ,When,You. Ponder.. Is It The Ghetto You From.. Poverty,Crimes,These Enslavement Chains,Did You Over. Come??We're You In Prison For A Minor Crime? After Release,Did. You,,Knowledge Your Mind. Did Your Father leave. Your. Mother,To,Raise. You. Alone? Do You. Plan,. To. Be A. Better. ,Father,To. Your. Own? Do. You.Have. Strength. To. Triumph. Over. The,Obstacles. The. Racist.…

Listening. To. The. Four. Tops, Singing. Light. My. Fire. Rising. Is. Our,Passion. And. Desire. Putting Rose. Petals. Upon. Her, ,Love,Poems. To. Her. I. Recite..We Begin Making. Love On A Rainy,Winter Night. Loud. Is Our Moans,Soft Is Our Sighs. Erotic,Whispers,And Love Cries...Roses All Around. And Candle-Light. As We Make. Love On A Rainy Winter Night..Each Touch,Caress And Kiss. Brings Such Warm Bliss...Sounds Of ,The,Storm. Bring Extra Delight. Making Love On A. Rainy. ,Winter,Night...

I saw that there was a memorial service for Jayne Cortez

It Is. Time. For. Black. Unity. Time. To. End. The. Slave. Mentality. A. ,New Year. Has. Begin. In. Black. Communities,Is. There. A. Few. ,Courageous. Black. Men??There. Needs. To. Be. Voices Of. Self-Determination. And. Purpose. What Holds Us. Back Is Us... Time,For,Black Genocide To End. In Black Communities,Is There. A,Few Courageous. Black Men?. The. Black. Youth ,Encourage. ,Them,To Embrace. Knowledge And Stay In School.. Teach ,Them,The 7-Kwanzaa Principals. Time For. Uplifting. Communities,To,Begin. In. Black. Communities. ,Are. There. A. Few,Courageous. Black. Men...?

At every fork in the road on your journey to successful living, there are many distinctions to be made. One such distinction to be reckoned with is the line between what you ACHIEVE and what you RECEIVE. While there is never any uncertainty about what you receive, the same is not true with what you achieve since many people go through life filled with doubt about their achievements. An achievement is the personal nourishment of your individual worth whereas receivership is merely the reassurance that you exist. Once you make the discovery of which is which, you will be able to understand the intricate synchronization between probabilities and possibilities, knowing which…

HER Even now, years later, I still wonder what gave me the right to think that I deserved her. How foolish was it of me to somehow start, all of a sudden, to believing in miracles. Yet, I did…….because of her. Because of her, I so willingly surrendered to the mistaken notion that ‘my day had finally come’, that I, of all persons, now stood wonderfully perched on the beginning of my ‘happily ever after. Damn, it all felt so good, so right, and so real. And what was she thinking? Did she know that if she had truly permitted me to possess her, how strange a couple we would have made: an angel and a mortal!

O black woman, do you know who you are? It is you for whom the birds sing when the dawn opens itself for inspection. It is the glow in your eyes that the stars imitate when they sparkle. It is the color of your flava that makes the rainbow dull in comparison, and it is via your beauty that we can physically witness God’s artistry.-Gibran- • O black woman, do you know who you are? You are the secret that only reveals itself when a man is truly ready to experience the joy of having his dream transformed into reality. You are God’s private blessing to men who know what to do within the point between birth and death. To dwell within the kingdom of YOU is where heaven be…

It's. Christmas. Time. Again. Celebrating. With. Family. And. Friends.. As. I. Stand. By. The. Windiw. My. Beloved,Kissing. He. Beneath. The,Mistletoe.. Observing,So. Much. Happiness. I. See. . My. Great. ,Uncle. Talks A Black Jesus Nativity. As I Stand By The. Window,Watching The Rain Fall From Above. My Aunt Lucy And,Harriet Play Christmas Songs From Their Favorite Singer,Four-Tops , Levi Stubbs.. Children With Their Video Games And. Toys. Voices And Music,Joyful. Noise.. We. Talk. And. Laugh. Remember,Those. Long. Gone. With. Memories. And. Photographs...The. Food. Cakes,Pies. Yams. Mac. And. Cheese,Turkey,Pot. Roast. And…

It. Happened. The. Night. Before. Christmas. Rainy. Christmas. Eve,Dexter. Played. Rudolph. At. The. Community. Christmas. Play. He,Is. Cheating. Again. While. His. Wife. Is. Shopping. Miles. Away...Dexter. With Two Floozys Wearing. Jingle Bells In Their,Underwear. Eating.Dexter Wife Christmas. Cookies Beneath The,Mistletoe. In The Rain His Wife Peeping Through The Window..Watched By His Wife's. Hoodoo Black Cat,Dexter And The,Women Go Upstairs. To Play Reindeer Games. Silently. His,Wife,Comes. In. Out Of. The. Rain.What. Has. Been. Going. On,Her,Hoodoo. Cat Is. Saying. . The. Temptations. Rudolph. The,Red Nose. Reindeer. Is. Play…

Rainy. Christmas. Eve,Cold. Wind Blowing,We. Have. Finished. Shopping,And. Caroling. .We. Are. Drinking. Mocha. And. Relaxing. We,Slow. Dancing. To. Soul. Romantic. Christmas. Songs On The,Radio. As We Joyfully Kiss Beneath The Mistletoe..She Captivating,Enchanting,Such A Delight.. She Will Help Make My,Christmas Bright. She As Sweet. And. Lovely. As A Rose. As. We,Joyfully Kiss Beneath. The Mistletoe...

Christmas. Eve. In. The. City. Among. The. Holiday. Decorations,The. Homeless,With. Hunger,Pain. And. Misery. Corrupt. Church. Going. Politicals,Stealing. Preacher's. Speaking. Prayer..To The. Homeless,Do ,They Plan To. Bring Food And Shelter?The Homeless,Some Barely,Alive. With Hopelessness And. Emptiness They Struggle To,Survive...Getting Food,Presents Shoppers Shopping..For The ,Homeless. ,Shoppers Not Stopping..Soon Church Bells Will Ring.Choirs Will Sing,Preacher's Preaching..Toward. The. Homeless,Food. And. Shelter. Will. Somebody. Bring.? or Upon. The,Streets. Will. The. Homeless. Be. Remaining?.

Africa,If. I. Could. Go. On. Safari. There. Would. It. Be. Thriving,Or. Because. Of. Man's Greed,Would. It. Be. Bare.The. Mountains,Waterfall,Rainforest,Deserts,,Among. The. Landscape. Would. There Be. Leopards And Cheetahs. Hunting,, Impalas,, Gazelles,Trying to Escape? .Would There Be Giraffes Walking In. A,Brief Rain? Buffalo,Zebras,Wildebeest Upon The Savannah And,Plains? Would There Be Elephants,Black Rhinos ,Hippos ,By,The,River Zambezi ? Would There Be Gorillas And Chimpanzee,In,Trees? Wandering. Among. The. Ancient. Dying, ,,Baobab ,Trees..THinking ,. About. The. Children. That. Have. Died. From. Wars,Famine. And. Disease..Would. There…

Misty. Rainy. Swamp,In. Th. Louisiana. Bayou. Voodoo. Priestess. McQueen ,Conjures. A. Demon.From. Her. Voodoo..In. The Swamp,After. Midnight. Racist. White. Men. Loud. In. The Moonlight. They Put Black Mannequins On Trees..To Swing Back. And. Forth,In The Breeze..The Racist White Men Begin Hearing Sounds,of Howling. Coming Near Them,Loud Sounds Of. Growling..The Racist Men See A Large Black Wolf ,On Two Legs,Stand. The Werewolf Begins Circling Each Racist White Man..With. Terror. Walking. Slow,They,,Pause. As. They. See,The Werewolf,Large. Teeth. And. Claws.The. Racist,Men,. With. Horrifying ,Screams. And. Shrieks. . Each.…

As. A. Eerie Breeze. And. The. Rain. Begins. Elderly. Racist. Shadrach -Crowley ,Thinks. About. How. He. Lynched. Black. Men. Years. Ago. With,A. Demonic Grin..Then. From. The. Swamp. Shrieks. And. Moans,He. Hears. He Knows Something Is Coming Near. He Begins,Looking At The Trees. On Branches,There Are Black Men,Bodies. Upon The Trees Black Howler Monkeys Are,Howling.A Large Black Panther Loudly Growling.Black Mamba Snakes. ,Slithering. Toward Him He Sees. Into His Swamp Shack. He. Flees.He. Hears. Strange. Noises. As. The. Rainy. Wind. Blows. He. Sees,The. Black. Men. Coming. Toward. His. Shack. From. The. Window...Shadrach Crowley.…

In thinking about poetry, we have to pay homage to those before us. Without them, how can we be? This is the very reason I wrote "Respect". "Respect" was published in my fourth book of poetry, Renaissance of the Psyche, in November 2017. I hope this poem inspires and encourages other poets. Respect I have to give respect where respect is due This poetry thing has never been new The greats before us paved the way for us To lyrically flow and make a stand for us We have to pay homage to the present and past Because it’s with past that our presence last See Nikki Giovanni was an active poet Created different …

Hi everyone! So... I am working on releasing my fourth book of poetry by the end of this year or early next year. This is a poem that I wrote sometime last year. I was all in my feelings about love and how I missed love, but I really didn't know love. I Miss You I miss you And I really don’t even know you My spirit wants to vibe And flow with you Free style together And go toe to toe with you Travel to a distant land And cuddle with you I just want to hold you Our bodies come together And create a mold of you Singing Back to life Soul II Soul with you Bump and Grind R. Kelly with you Ain’t…

Singing. Matriach,Not. Just. The. Queen,,Of Soul.Her. Blessed. Voice. To,,Us She. Did. Bring. From. Her. Heart. And. Soul. She Did . Sing..Songs. About,Sorrow,Faith,Love,Life And Pain,For Us To Stop And Reflect.About How Men Treat Women,They Should Show Respect.Grace,Dignity,Inspirational,And,Influential Was Her Essence. Upon ,Stage She Had A Powerful Presence..Her Voice Sung With Meaning And Purpose.. She Touched Us,She Moved Us..When Her Voice,You Heard. Your Soul Was. Stirred..Her. Spirit. Has Been. Transported Up. Higher. She. Now. Sings,In. The. Heavenly. Choir..

Yesterday,Gun. Shots. Sound. Near. The. Playground,Children. Quickly Fled. Young. Jamal. Lie. Upon. The. Ground. Dead. For. Another. Black. Child's Murder. Tears. Are. Shed..Preachers. Not. Concerned About. Black Children,Safety,They Buy Cars Instead..Destructive Black Men In ,Gangs Is Widespread. Confronting,The Gangs,By NAACP, Preachers,Politicians,Are Not Led.Solutions For The Black Genocide,Problem Not Being Said..Black Community Leaders,Voices,Loud For Votes,But,Silent When. Gangs. Leave,Black. Children. Dead!!!!!!

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To. Your. Family. And. Friends,Have. You. Given. Love. ? ,From. Your. Family. And. Friends. Have. You. Received. Love?.Loves. Warm. Feeling,Like. Feeling. The. Warmth. From. The. Sun,, Above.. The. Greatest. Joy. In. Life. Is. Being. ,Loved.....

Beneath. Africa's. Sun,Relentless Heat. Beams. Down. Upon. The Sahara. Desert,Scorching. Sand.. Beauty. And. Danger,This. Naked. Land. Ancient. Tribes. Found. Away. To,Survive. Amazingly. In. Some. Places. Plants. And. Animals,Thrive..Like. The. Waves. Upon. The. Ocean.. Sahara. Sand,Shifting. In. Motion.....From. The. Scorching. Sand,Toward,A. Tree,An. Egyptian. Cobra. Slither..Upon. A. Animal. Carcass,Are. The. Vultures... When. Travelling. The. Sahara. ,Parched. Tongue,Parched. Skin,So. Many. Miles,To. Cross.. Death. For. Someone. Alone,Or. Someone. Who,Gets. Lost.....Tribe. Women, Ancient. Tribal. Songs,they. Sang.. While. The. Tribal. Elder,To. The. God. …

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/795818 PHENOMENOLGIE NOIRE The wearying logic by which blackness Is reduced to a minor term in a dialectic, Led Fanon to feel entrapped by nothingness The only way out of which was an eclectic, Hegelian ideology mixed in with an empirical psychology, Fertilized with adequate heaps of epistemology, By which he grew wings, not eagle’s wings, But butterfly wings of unrealizable color and forced levity, In his unapologetically naked quest for sanity. Happening upon it, I, uninhibited, save by the bars of a caged despair, Flew about the parameters of his tanta…

Giving. Wisdom. And. Guidance,With. A. Smiling. Face.. Always,Reaching. To. Give. A. Loving.,Embrace.....Always,Encouraging,Family,Closeness..And,Having. Laughter,,Dealing. With. Family. Craziness..Not. Just,Celebrating. You. With. A. Cake. And. Flowers,But. Loving,Words. We. Express...Having. You. As. A. Mother,Is,Truly. Being. Blessed.......

Church. Sunday. They. Preach. Avoid. Sin. These. Corrupt. , PREACHERS. Have. Evil. Within.. No. Holiness. Wickedness,But,Religion. They. Speak. They. Cannot. Take,You. To. A. Righteous ,Peaceful. Place. You. Seek...Buying,Cars,Mansions, Stealing. Church. Money. They,Thrive. Not. Caring. About. Those. That. Struggle. To,Survive.. .They. Speak. By. God. They. Are. Anointed..By,Lucifer. They. Are. Appointed...Black. People,In. Church,In. Spiritual. Bondage,Eyes. And. Mind. In. Detain....Almost. Equals. The. Enslavement. Of. Our. Ancestors,They. Were. In. Chains.....

Nkeizna Holly ,Remembers How He Use To Hold Her In A Loving Embrace. Kiss Her With A Smile Upon His Face. Now ,He Beats Her ,In His Mind He Thinks It's Okay. She Knows She,Should Leave ,But She Decided To Stay. From Her Family,And Friends She Tries To Hide Bruises And Scars. He Begs Her For Forgiveness ,Says He Cannot Be Behind Bars...The Gladness,Sadness ,And Madness ,His Emotions ,Always In Disarray.. She Knows She Should Leave Him,But ,She Decided To Stay. She Wonders What Makes Him Go ,Insane. As He Ignores Her Cries And Pain. Nkeizna Holly,Upon The Floor Motionless She Lay. She Knew She Should Have Left Him ,But She Decided To Stay. Nkeizna Holly,,Boyfriend Henry…

Listening To Music On Christmas Eve. What Christmas Means To Me,I Perceive..Love For Family And Friends ,My Heart Possess...Seeing People Who Are Alone,I Have Been Blessed..Enjoying The Young As The Family Grows. Remembering,Those Gone From Memories And Photos...Many Hugs And Much Laughing.. Giving Gifts And Unwrapping....At,church After The Bell Rings. Watching The Children Black Nativity Scene,As The Choir Sings...At Families,Homes Together Gathered. Enjoying Eating The Dinner,Prepared...With Loving Moments And Memories Of Those,Long Gone I Will Never Forget.....My Life Enriched By New,Friends I Have Met...

Christmas Day On The Slave Plantation,Slaves Not Working Because It's Christmas,Slave Owner Who Tortures Them,Whip Them Brings Christmas Cheer..Giving Them Gifts Of Good Cuts Of,Meat And Fruit That They Don't Get The Rest Of The Year..After The White Church Choir Stop Singing Christmas Hymns,Plantation Preacher Finish Giving A White Baby In The Manger Sermon. Plans Of Slaves Escaping Has Begun. Christmas Night,As The Slave Owner Celebrates With His Family,And Friends With House Slaves Joyfully Serving Them,Elder Slaves Beginning Singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot,,Telling The Slaves To Get Ready To Escape. Harriet Tubman Coming,She Not Gonna Wait...Slaves,Men,Women And Ch…

Inner City,Christmas Eve Night,Soon Church Bells Will Be Ringing. Christmas Day Sunrise,Preachers Preaching The Nativity,Choirs,Singing. .Inner City ,Housing Projects ,People There,Christmas Spirit Within Them ,They Do Not Contain. Because Of The Hardship,Poverty And Pain. Black Mothers,Try To Make The Place They Dwell A Home. .Because Of Absent Fathers ,They Raise Children Alone. Rejoicing And Singing ,They Are Not In The Mood..For Their Children,,Few Presents,If Any,Not Much Food..Some In Their Homes Have Christmas Trees. Children They Know ,Few Gifts Or None They Will See...Preachers,Talk About Faith And Being Blessed...Preachers,Motivated By Greed, ,Buying Cars And…

Meet me at half of pi That’s 1.57079632679 Square units from our starting point It’s half of a moon Half of the distance that it takes For my eyes to encounter yours Half of the time spent letting true love find me When all I had to do was meet true love half way If only Pi would have meant more to me When I was a Geometry test taker With no real equation to apply The rationale of it all Now I sit here Carefully examining the equation D = 2r Which, if calculated correctly Displays the midpoint between you and I If this circle that I speak so highly of Was reshaped with precision and care It would morph into something so…

A collection of more than 100 poems, equally divided between two generations of African-American women spanning more than 10 years of work. Mother/daughter poets known as Straight Out Scribes poet about a full range of subjects in this anthology. Reviewers are welcome. Mud Cloth Roots is available on Kindle, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other online platforms.

I recently decided to limit my list of bestsellers to the top 10 books. Here are the Top 10 Bestselling Books for September/October - 2017, in the Fiction, Nonfiction, Children's, and Poetry categories. Except there are no books listed under the poetry section. In fact I have not been able to compile a poetry bestsellers list since the January/February Period--even then there were only two books with enough sales to warrant inclusion on a bestsellers list. I've sold poetry books in September and October but it was one of this title and one of that title. In the late 1990's, it was not unusual for poetry to be the top selling-genre period. But that was duri…

I wrote this poem at the beginning of this year. I was at a point where I didn't quite know how I felt about love. I had fallen in love and he had fallen in love with me. So, it only made sense to be in love together, but it wasn't that easy... because of fear. The fear of trying and crashing and burning. The fear of losing love that we hadn't even taken a chance on. But to live a life lead by fear is to not live. I decided to live, and at every turn at least love. At Least Love I’ve come to the realization that love is differential. We all receive differently. We express differently. But at least we took the opportunity . . . …

They say I don't look like an artist - what the hell does that mean? Are my nails too long? Are my hands to clean? Is it in my strike? Is it in my walk? Is it what I say? Is it the way I talk? Is it because I'm from the projects of upstate New York? So I had a few fights; Kicked a few asses...does that mean I don't look like an artist? Hey, I graduated with honors; got my degree. Is that what it takes for you to accept me? Oh, and I was a small time thief - vandalized my coaches care - but, I was also a hell of a... hell of a TrackStar. A Big Sister, computer programmer - I'm on top of my game! Still don't look like an a…

Envision. As I Begin .To Describe. Forgotten. Black. History -Horror Of Jesse Washington Burned Alive.. It. Was 1916 --,Beneath, A Waco ,Texas Sun. When The Lynching Of Black, Teenager Jesse Washington Had Begun .He Was Found Guilty -_----Of Raping,Killing. A White Woman,Demon White Mob -Dragged Jesse Washington. Out Of The Courtroom Naked,,They -Cut Off,His Penis And Fingers. For .Him ,They Built A -Bonfire..The Torturing And Burning .Of Jesse Washington Went -On For Two,Hours. Many Children Among The 10,000 -Spectators..Like,Jackals, Morbid Hyenas, White Demon -.Crowd,Laughed And Jumped About. As Jesse -Washington,From, The Burning Pain,Did Cry And Shout..Then -T…

Black Mothers Day, Black Mothers Day..Many Cards,Gifts And -Flowers For You On Display..For Them. We Demonstrate -Love,And Affection..Showing Our Love And -Appreciation..Their,Guiding Us,Education Not An Option,Strive -To Succeed.. Knowledge Should Be A Growing Need. Teaching- -Us,As We Are Growing And When We Are. Grown. Extra -Appreciation For Mothers Raising Children Alone..Our -Mothers,,Giving Us Inspiration..To Have Them As -Mothers,Is,Truly .A Blessing...

Mothers Day, Standing By Her Grave,Memories ,Remembering..Joy They Are Bringing..Her Favorite Flowers,Upon Her Grave Is Placed. Remembering Her Smile,And Loving Embrace...She Had A Heart That Did,Understand.. Always Having A Guiding Hand..Teaching,Wrong And Right. Within ,Her Spirit Shined,Like,The Sun Bright..Wiping Away Tears. Whenever There Were Fears...Giving Words,Of,Knowledge,Wisdom And Advice,Always Inspiring ..To Have Had Her As A Mother Was A,Blessing...

Still Celebrating National Poetry Month! In honor of the day, which began in New York City in 2002 and was made national by the Academy of American Poets in 2008, we have a special offer for our very best customers. We're joining in the celebration by offering free shipping on any order of our poetry and literature titles to the first 50 people who send a short, original poem (no more than 10 lines) to email@blackclassicbooks.com. To be considered, the subject line of your email must read "Poem in My Pocket." Your free shipping cod…

What Is A Dream .Deferred? Does It Dry Up Like A Raisin In.The,Sun?Or Fester Like A Sore- And Then Run? Does It Stink,Like Rotted Meat? Or Crust And Sugar Over-Like A ,Syrupy Sweet? Maybe It Just Sags Like A Heavy Load. Or Does,It Explode? By Langston Hughes. Think About Black,Children In This Country ,Racist White Police,Black ,Street,Gangs..,Can They Have A Dream With White Supreamacy,And,Black Chaos,. Street Gangs ,Irresponsible,Parents...

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Black People These Words Need To Be Heard. It Takes A ,Village The Old African ..Proverb. Parents,Teachers And Leaders,Reach Out To The Black Young,Give Them Strength ,And Purpose. Let Them Know Their People They Can Trust..Tell Them About Africa,Their Ancestors And Great ,Accomplishments Of Black History . Not Be Intimidated By,Demons Of White Supremacy. To Think Positive And Have,Self Determination.. To Try To End Chaos And Community,Devastation..Unity,Family,Community And Our Race To Maintain..Minds,Souls,Hearts And Visions Together,Solutions,For Problems To Obtain...

Another Graveyard Of Slaves. Looking.At Them,A Eerieness Toward Me Creeps. Crumbling Slave Headstones,Spanish Moss Covered Trees,Trees Upon The Ground,Crumbled Headstones Beneath. Among The Bushes,Unmarked Slave Plots All Around...Wondering About Ancient Slave Burial Grounds..Stealing Away,Slaves Helping Slaves Escape.Those Caught,Whipped Or Death Was Their Fate. Runaway Slaves,Caught By Demonic Slave Catchers And Their Demonic Hounds.Wondering About Ancient Slave Burial Grounds..Century And More,Slaves Bones Have Become Dust,Some Were Buried With Chains. There Bondage,Their Tears,Their Pain..All The Years,And The Seasons.Do They Know,Their Graves,By Their Own People Have…