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Acknowledging nymphomaniacs
Reclassifying philosophical
Ideologically Transcultural
Pronunciation Calligraphers
Communication demilitarized
Grandstanding orchestration
Carpetbagging adjudications
Redistributed improprieties
Abolitionists brinksmanship
Sarcastically realistically
Craftsmanship flabbergasted
Enlightenment librarianship
Democratically

Premium Member George Eliot

George Eliot, an important English Victorian Era writer,
born Mary Ann Evans, she must have been quite the fighter.
Supporting abolitionists and loving whomever she wanted,
“Marion” went against the norms, seemingly undaunted!

Tribute To Dawn of Day: Stories From the Underground Railroad

Tribute to Dawn of Day: Stories from the Underground Railroad

From
Tennessee 
Virginia 
Mississippi
Kansas
Wisconsin
To free states in the north and Canada 
I grieved  upon the grave of the slave
Tears circling the tomb
Securing his name 
For their bloodshed
From whips and blows 
By the masters and relatives 
On the countryside
Down south  
Oral histories and tradition passed down 
Children
An investment 
Field hands 
Skilled labor 
Textile production 
Seamstresses clothed the slaves
A hovering over of threat of violence 
And a whipping 
Secret prayer meetings held on the plantation 
The Underground Railroad
Station masters housed runaway slaves
in logged cabins
Conductors  run the wagon
$50 reward for their capture
Images of faces with no names 
Abolitionists regarded as extremists 
A threat to the order of the day 
******* fought in the Civil War
Share cropping 
And Jim Crow 
Then migration to city ghettos or slums 




Marckincia Jean
Narrative 
09/26/19


A Brief Journey Through Black History

Once I was scourged by the task masters' horse whips;
consigning me for two centuries to servitude.
I had my roots forever erased by forced trips
to worlds unknown, where contemptuous attitude
to my skin colour sure relegated me
to the background of an odious racial caste
system in the occident governed by hate.

The cold snow covered climes of the west I see,
with cotton fields revived, whilst blacks tormented strive
for freedom from slavery's merciless back breaking yoke.
With red scars on weary backs, they fight to survive
the chains and fetters the abolitionists broke,
having their sweat and blood water the cotton fields
which bring bumper harvests to their task masters' guilds.

My Thanksgiving

This time of year
If I was a turkey I'd fly away
It's just fair
That such lies be told about thanksgiving day
But I shall give thanks anyhow
For a country limping away from its past
For liberty like a statue
From mix iron cast
Calling me to huddle with its fold.

Yesterday, my mother went 
Shopping in the Bronx
Took a bus and rode in the front
A white gentleman got up so she could sit
I thank him very much
No, not Abe Lincoln and the Abolitionists alone
Bobby K got up all on his own
And there was an Iroquois
Sucking on a turkey bone
And there was my father
Staggering down the street alone
And icicles hang from the trees like ropes
And melted to the ground

I have much to give thanks for
This time of year
But the troops shall not see me cry
Because they are over there

As We Celebrate Our 160th Years

as we come to celebrate our 160th year
we give thanks to our Lord God whom we love and hold so near

the Berean Baptist Church was established by a very special group of men
they were Freed Blacks and Abolitionists who were more than just mere friends

the Spiritual foundation of Berean was to give hope and serve the community
of Carrsville and Weeksville during the time of American slavery

and through the grace of God the Berean Baptist Chruch has continued to sustain
as we celebrate our 160th year by power of Jesus' blood stain

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! to the Berean Baptist Church that "Little Church on the Hill"
and may the Lord God continue to bless you all as you work, worship and witness by His will


Called Moses By Her People

Called Moses by Her People
		
Harriet Tubman was the very one.
In the year of 1851.

Called Moses by her people
a slave to none.

Returning from freedom
Braving nineteen runs.

Three hundred people
Their chains undone.

Confidence, bravery,
And fearless of death.

Built the Under Ground Railroad.
She conducted by faith.

 Abolitionists, Quakers, and Senators too.
She commanded allegiance. They all were true blue.

A soldier, spy,and Civil War nurse.
Her personal safety was never put first.

Called Moses by her people.
Their daughters and sons.

She knew God wanted Freedom
For everyone.



		
[ Poet' View: FEBRUARY Is National Black History Month ]
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