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Triumphant Leaders Part 2

Marcus, as a child heard it all, the oral stories Ancient in glories quickening his vein. Like blood Rolling where the Roaring river runs, peonies Calling up ancestral history in dream and flood Unfold desires of in streams of African blood Sentinelling the separate walls few understood Grand visions comes from simple pains, O Garvey Answer the call again, for we who forged oneness Respecting constitution and creed, have tasted sourly Vast tons of alienation, injustice, and wretchedness Even Fanon could not describe. We need community Yearning to build, yearning to rise, unshackled by history. Malcom took the mantle towards a promise land Angry and disgruntled using words for magic wand Leader extraordinaire, do you remember him, Harlem Clad in the beauty of your power, a black diadem Overtly demanding that the police freed a wronged son Master orator, how brief our black comets run Let him remain an X to slavemasters filthy game Inspired by greed to dehumanize us shackle shame To our least Trans-Atlantic memory. But I will trace True to the Little's pedigree, your father's Jamaican face Leaving Maroon Town, St James, for this Egypt dark Eke-ing existence to your soul, O what glory did he spark! So Stokely, the Kwame Ture who died like a forest leaf Thundered from your mountain with intellectual grief Only a child barred from jim crow restroom and restaurants Kindling racial pride could understand. Your spirit haunts Eternally gloried diased ignorants. Starved by segragation Lunch counters closed like social doors to all the race You stood up, shouting power to minautor and monsters face. Angela Davis, O how the pack hounds howled, pursuing you Natural beauty, legally schooled, and yet an outcast Granted no justice or reprieve while fearless for an alternative view Etched upon the soul and suffering from the angry past Lady, there is no statuesque liberty sweet as you Leader of a ghetto stand so black men would not die invisible Excluded by a muted history. This tribute is from all of us over due.

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Date: 3/13/2009 6:13:00 AM
This is some poem.. the first part was awesome.. I just love how you made history beautiful with your words.. you married words together and this piece is so outstanding.. you are an incredible writer. just incredible.
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