American Poems - Poems about American

To have your picture on the face of a stamp, Is a honor reserved for the ones who cultivated change Among the mèlange of inspiring faces, Lays the face of someone who served on the basis, Of freedom Behind a small black and white picture, A mighty face lays With eyes of a fighter, eloquent hair, neatly parted The words, Black white Trust danger Defiance hope All...

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Only those who’ve seen beauty can truly speak of it, And only those neglected can feel its sting. When the world sees you as a threat— Judging from a glance, no words spoken— They turn away, Despising you instantly. To be unappealing in a world drawn to allure Can break a soul and leave it weak. ...

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… after Langston Hughes You know how they do. They say that we run, that we fit descriptions, but justice ain’t blind, she just sees who she wants. Is it any wonder we hold our breath? A body ain’t a body when they label it a threat. Blind fold her, watch...

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The white man stole their land now the red man has the blues the white man sold their families and the black man's still ill-used the white man shot the American buffalo now the red man sings the blues the white man put their people in chains and the black man's grief accrues the white house is to blame the Government just the same the...

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Of Trials And Tribulations We’ve encountered worse, And have always overcome: We’re red-cap ready:- ...

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black strength sleek, powerful raised black fist fights injustice from the mountains to the prairies freedom, justice for all!...

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1905 Geronimo went to Washington to meet the Great White Father (where he hoped to bury the hatchet) and save his Indian Nation... checking into his hotel, the desk clerk asked, "Do you have a reservation?" The perfect poker face when playing cards (his guards were nearly always broke) said to be blood-thirsty, his winnings used he to pay for educating children of the Apache. He...

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We used to be huge baseball fans (The Yankees, but, of course!) And followed all their games and cheered Until our throats were hoarse. Our fervor somehow waned and now We couldn’t even name The players on the team, although We still enjoy the game. While visiting Milwaukee, We learned there would be a match Of the Brewers and the Pittsburgh Pirates Which we (pun!) could...

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You are great Don't you dare deny that Look how the sun smiles when you wake up Look how the moon shadows your every moment Don't be skeptical Made for Heaven Designed with imperfections Present the world with a new canvas Attain the Armor of God ~Reborn ...

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American Psychosis The sun, the Son, ECLIPSED Overshadowed by Dark clouds of Bloated EGO and ID Me supersedes We The people1 Will weep DEADLY SINS More than seven In one Narcissist ‘king’ of WRATH, HATE, REVENGE, Not a ‘Dish best served cold2 But with anger Evil so bold SCOTUS behold! Bunker-Busting Bully Historical ignorance, ignominy Big Beautiful Bombs or Tariffs Coercion Psychotic projection Weaponized state Now fully effected No critic is safe LUST When...

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Hope and revelation is within You can see it around thou, You can feel it within thyself The pearly gates open withn thou, Thou understands and knows it Because his hope is stronger than the obstacles in his path Only divine intervention, only faith can lead his hand through the valley of the shadow of death....

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Weep Africa, weep on. The battle with death is one we dare not to fight, For the call from the great beyond is outside the scope of our existence. Just as our known hero Ngugi Wa Thiong'o has fallen, Like countless unknown heroes forgotten to time, We shall all follow this path of no return one by one. Fight Africa, fight...

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Thank You Lord For Freeing Me From Satan...

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It is impossible when I’m, looking out over the mountains in N. C. not to feel the influence, the presence…the spirit of the Cherokee. When I think how in this country and the world… there is a battle between people who are inhumane to one another… and those who are compassionate and kind.. up here in the mountains of North...

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Heaven Is Not Segregated...

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