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One Knee

Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  One Knee 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  September 2017


One Knee
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Yes, I kneel down on one knee 
damn right I do -
I will not honor an Anthem 
of a country that don’t honor me -
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One Knee 
I was a SLAVE when 
President Thomas Jefferson,
(who owned hundreds of SLAVES)
wrote the Declaration Of
Independence  -
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“We hold these truths to be
self evident, that all men are
created equal, that they are 
endowed by their Creator 
with certain unalienable 
Rights, that among these
are Life, Liberty, and the
pursuit of Happiness.”
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One Knee 
Through 
the racist Founding Fathers of
a new Nation from George 
Washington to Ulysses S. Grant
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One Knee 
When Francis Scott Key,
was inspired to write:
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“O’er the land of the free
and the home of the brave.”
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However,
these are the lines we don’t 
sing to the Anthem we praise  -
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“No refuge could save the 
hireling and slave, from the 
terror of flight or the gloom
of the grave.  And the star-
spangled banner in triumph 
doth wave.  O’er the land of
the free and the home of the
brave.”
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One Knee
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Yes
I was down on One Knee
long before SLAVE owner
Francis Scott Key, wrote 
the National Anthem  -
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He wasn’t honoring me, and
the 6 million enslaved blacks
in these United States  -
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One Knee
through 
the Atlantic Slave Trade 
in 1619 -
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One Knee
On the Slave Ship Brookes, 
across the Atlantic Sea -
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One Knee
Through the induction of the
American Flag in 1777
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One Knee
Through
The Slave Trade Act Of 1783
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One Knee
Through
Jamestown, Virginia., where I 
was a slave, sold off to work the
Tobacco crops for the North 
American Colonies  -
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One Knee
Yes, I kneel down on One Knee
damn right I do -
I will not honor an Anthem 
of a country that don’t honor me -
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One Knee
A slave I be, solidifying the 
South’s economy when I invented 
the Cotton Gin in 1793. 
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One Knee
Through
The Louisiana Purchase in
1803
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One Knee 
Through 
The Westward expansion in
1840
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One Knee
Through
The Abolition movement 
to set slaves free -
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One Knee
Yes, I kneel down on One Knee
 damn right I do -
I will not honor an Anthem 
of a country that don’t honor me -
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One Knee
Through the American Civil War
 (1861-65) 
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One Knee
Through the Unions victory over 
the Confederate South -
4 million slaves freed from
bondage. 
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One Knee 
Through the tumultuous 
Reconstruction years (1865-77) 
I kneeled -
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One Knee 
Through the Emancipation 
Proclamation 1863
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“All slaves henceforth shall be
set free.”  Abraham Lincoln 
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He was assassinated over my
black skin -
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One Knee 
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Through 
The Montgomery Bus boycott, 1955
when Rosa Parks, refused to give up
her seat in the front of the bus -
One Knee
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Through the Civil Rights Movement 
in the 1960’s -
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One Knee
Through
The Civil Rights Act 1964
The Voting Rights Act 1965
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One Knee
through the assassination of
Dr Martin Luther King Jr., 
“Drum Major Of Peace” 1968
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Yes
damn right I kneel down 
on One Knee 
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Though I respect “Old Glory,”
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I will not stand with my hand to
my chest, to honor a country that
discredit, dehumanize, demoralize, oppress through racial injustice and inequality.
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One Knee
Through 
Police brutality;
who kill us, and not be held
accountable 
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One Knee
Through 
the ignorance of a U.S. President, 
spouting derogatory words to
black mothers, and sons exercising 
their Civil Rights -
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One Knee
Yes, I kneel down on one knee 
damn right I do -
I will not honor an Anthem 
of a country that don’t honor me -

Copyright (c)., Ken Jordan 2017

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Deliverance

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Deliverance 
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: September/2014


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Spirit

"The eyes can be deceiving, what 
you think stands before you is a sheep, 
but, it could be a wolf in disguise.  
Always trust your Spirit; the Spirit 
never lies."

                     Poet: Ken Jordan

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Street Language

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Street Language 
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/2014


Yo 
What-up?
Mah

Um
Ain't Hip

Real Talk

Got Dat Papah
Shorty

Rich Bitch!
Benjamin's 

Bro
You tripp'n

Fo Real

Jus Fun'n
Wit Choo
Mommy

Floss'n
Fo Show
Check It

Dats Dope

Ice
(Bling)
Yeah

Straight Up
Sweet

Hit Me Up
My Digits
Cool

Hollah Back
Don't Trip
Shout Out!

Word!

Homie
Keep It Real
100

My Boo
Say What
Gon Bounce

Real Talk
Deuce's

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Black Inventors

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Black Inventors
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2013

Black 
Inventors
are 
the forgotten,

There's 
no mention
of them
in 
America's
history 
books -

And 
school
goes on
as usual,

America,
is
not
telling the
truth -

Like 
the lie
they
continue
to tell
about
Christopher
 Columbus -

Did he 
really
discover
America,

when 
Native 
Americans
were
already 
here?

What 
are you
afraid 
of
America?

It's time to
re-write 
the 
 history
books;

This time,
include
black 
history,
and
all 
that we
contributed,
to this 
country -

Teach
the  children
the truth -

America,
let them
 know
that:

Dr. Charles Drew
(a black man)
Invented blood
plasma, the first
blood bank -

Dr. Daniel Hale Williams
(a black man) 
credited
for performing
the first Open
Heart surgery
on July 9, 1893

Benjamin Bannecker,
(a black man) 
successfully 
created 
the first 
clock
built in 
America -

Lewis Latimer
(1848 - 1928)
a black man,
Invented an 
important
part
of the
light bulb
the
carbon 
filament -

And
when you
re-write
the history
book,
don't leave
out:

Elijah McCoy
(1843 - 1929)
a black man,
Invented
an oil dripping
cup
for trains -

George Washington 
Carver, 
(1860 - 1943)
a black man,
Developed
peanut butter,
and
400 
plant products -

Garrett Morgan
(1877 - 1963)
a black man,
Invented the
gas mask,
and
the first
traffic signal
light -

Madam CJ Walker
(1867 - 1919)
a black woman,
Invented
a hair growing
lotion -

America,
You say
that you're
one nation
under
God,
with
liberty
and 
justice
for all -

Re-write
the
history
book;

include
black
history -

Teach
the children
the
truth -

The whole
truth -

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Four Little Girls

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Four Little Girls
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2014


Perhaps
 you remember 
the four little girls,

 savagely killed
in the bombing of the

16th Street Baptist Church 
in Birmingham -

Or
perhaps it's just a faded 
memory,

vanished through
time -

Maybe,
 you were too young
to
remember,

Or
perhaps you weren't born,
at the time it happened -

But,
if you knew 
of 
this seedy 
racial attack,

on the 
all
African-American 
House 
of worship,

then it's impossible
to forget.....

Forget that racist klansmen, 
planted a bomb under the steps 
of God's House.

Forget that four little girls,
was preparing a sermon:
"The Love That Forgives."
when the bomb exploded.

Forget that four little girls,
lie breathless in the  ruins
of the church -

Forget that four mothers were left
behind to suffer a lifetime 
with broken hearts, and weeping eyes.

Forget the most bloodiest,
heinous Sunday,
under Southern sky's, 
 that reigns horror,  
in black blood - 

Black blood stains, in the pew -
Black blood stains, in the pull-pit -
Black blood stains, in the basement - 
Black blood stains, everywhere -

Black blood stains, that will never
go away -  in Birmingham.

How can we ever forget....
God, 
want let us forget.

For through the fire, 
fallen brick 
and
shattered stain glass,

God,
left ONE stain glass
windowpane 
intact -

JESUS
leading the children -

My God!
My Lord!

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Happy

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Happy
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: April/2014

                         
                   
                  Happy

Haha   <•>           <•>  Haha                       
                           
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              ha    \/   h a 
                     ha !

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Confederate Flag

Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  Confederate Flag
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  July/2015


      O'Dirty South,.....U'Dirty South 
your hatred, and storied history - is sadly 
legendary-  

        Antebellum South, Your staunch 
racist beliefs was in place, long before
the honourable General Robert E. Lee, 
raised the Confederate Flag, in the battle 
between the States -

      Since the Civil War, your, "Stars and Bars," 
has flown over the worst of times 
In America -

       As recent a time, in Georgia,
North Carolina, and South Carolina,
where seven black churches burned down
to the ground -

       Nine worshiper's were killed in
South Carolina, and the Confederate flag 
was flown - 

       The White House, is looking into the 
"on-going," black church burning epidemic.

        Meanwhile, the deep, and deadly wounds 
of my people, stains the Confederate flag-

       My ancestors blood, is the RED 
that covers the dirty "Symbol Of Southern 
Pride."

        Yet, to this day, it still fly's over most 
State buildings, and in offices, in the Dirty South -

It have flown:
Over slaves on Southern
plantations -

It have flown:
Over
the lynching of blacks -

It have flown:
Over
the burning of black
body's;
cremated in public squares -

It have flown:
In restaurants, rest rooms,
and public water fountains-

It was flown
by an Ally of confederate's, who was willing to die in defence of Slavery's abolishment -

       When the South seceded from the Union, all HELL broke loose, and the Confederate Flag, was born -

It
was the

Symbol
of
Treason -

and

A "Battle Flag"
for
Hate crimes
against
black people -

       That flag, still fly's high today; through the 
smoke, and ashes of black churches, burning down 
all over the South - past and present.

       Even now, The KKK, Ayran Faction, and 
skinheads, all raise the confederate flag,
to honour White Power, and White Supremacy - 

       America, its been one hundred, and fifty five 
years since the Civil War - it's way past time to put 
an end to bigotry and racism.  

       Let your voice's be heard, the Confederate Flag,
 should never be raised again, not now, not ever -

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Goree Island

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Goree Island
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2014


 I see the blood
of my ancestors 
that swell
 in the Atlantic ocean 
on 
Goree Island -

The unmerciful ill winds 
that fell 
over my people, 
in Senegal, 
on that 
horrific night, 
brought the European's, 
across the Atlantic, 
to our Village -

Everything 
in the world 
changed forever, 
and 
will never be forgotten,
when the "unthinkable" 
cruel acts 
of slavery, 
cloaked my people 
like 
darkness in the night -

White men 
dressed in British 
formal attire, 
brought with them,
 bullwhip's, chains, machetes, 
and rifles,
 to capture us.....

 to ENSLAVE us!

We were brutally beaten, 
and 
taken to 
the House of Slaves, 
on Goree Island -

The malice intent
of
the British,
intensified our
suffering
at the slave house,
as they
cuffed us to
the walls,
in neck, waist, 
and 
ankle chains -

Days would pass,
some of us died
from 
diseases,
and
starvation,

while waiting
for 
the slave ship 
to come 
from the Americas -

The hideous inhumane
acts
by the British,
sold us
as property,

as we were 
auctioned off as 
commodity,  
to the Americas, 
during 
the Atlantic Slave Trade

The mournful ness 
in our helpless eyes, 
spoke of horrendous fear,  
as a feeling of distraught,
distress, 
and despair, 
clothed us 
like 
death -

We are innocent people
that will never 
see our families again 
 Our homeland again - 

It's unfathomable, 
to see black souls in chains,  
taking those final usurious 
steps towards the "Door Of No 
Return," 
in the House Of Slaves, 
which left its ugly mark,
 on the whole global earth -

Once through
 the  Door Of No Return,  
we were sold to the Americas, 
and 
faced a future of 
severe beatings, burnings, 
hangings, lynchings, 
and 
rape -

To this day, 
ancient spirits 
of 
black people, 
still scream in rage
 on 
Goree Island, 

where an untold number 
of us were 
slaughtered, 
and 
branded 
before walking 
through the slave door,
of 
an uncertain future -

The ominous clouds 
of slavery,
 will 
forever cast 
a dark shadow, 
over the
House Of Slaves, 
the Door Of No Return, 
and the world -

Goree Island, 
in the Atlantic Ocean,
will forever 
cry tears of blood, 
from the souls of 
black people -

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Steps To Heaven

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Steps To Heaven
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: May/2014


* heaven
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    one step closer,            |
    just one step -