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The Black Boomerang

The word’s speaker and listener would hear Cackling, Not from one another, But from a burning Sixo; They would feel As though A noose was choking Their voices Before they could even tell Themselves to “rest in peace”; They would see The bullets That rushed, Jealously, Into the bodies of intelligent black heroes and heroines; They would taste The blood That could have filled all the courtrooms Where racist murderers were not convicted; They would smell The human Waste of those treated like human waste – A stench strong enough to make some jump Ship just for a breath of fresh air, Before the waters Then enslaved them …. These effects may sound Insane But are they any more Out Rage Us Than our current Usage of the “n”- word? That is, Many of us would say nothing If a black friend declared, “A ______ will never become the President of the United States of America ….” To be honest, I even agree With the essence of this statement. For only a full black man or woman Will Eventually Become The President. Thankfully, That still leaves all black people in the running.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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Date: 3/30/2011 7:37:00 AM
Congratulations on your poem being featured this week, Victor
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Date: 3/28/2011 5:08:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved featured poem this week Victor. Love, Carol
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