Best Emmett Poems

My mind cannot erase the memory of Emmett Till
I often dream about his badly-mutilated body –
The fourteen-year-old Black lad mercilessly beaten
To death … for ostensibly...

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Body left dissipated, obliterated,
oh Emmett Till,
Investigators could not tell if it was a human or mutilated road kill,
his eye was gouged from his head,
barbed wire...

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Emmett Till Emmett Till
Why was it you they had to kill
Why did they drag you from your bed
Why did they pistol whip your head

What exactly...

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Fuzzy little balls of fur, 
 Sleep, stretch, then yawn.
Snuggle up to warmth, 
 and keep me up 'til dawn.

Eyes that are opening, 
 and...

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there comes a time when
people you once respected
reveal
or you discover
the real
person behind the mask

face facts
people who never wanted you
to do better
than them
are now wishing
that you...

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These two are for Joseph and Idella, my mother's parents :
 
Sayings
Funny, southern
Attentive, inquiring, divulging
"Shut your mouth wide open!"
Mamaw
 
Vegetables
John Deere
Planting, fertilizing, watering
Working, filling the...

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Thank you Daddy for taking Jane and me to the circus


He took the bumps fast along Broadway; we giggled and laughed; it was a great...

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he placed his dreams on a Greyhound bus trip
headed west down that interstate highway
the nectar of labor beckoned his lips
fruit of the strangest kind graced...

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1955 Was a Very Good Year

By Elton Camp

A better year in my life I have never seen
Because, back then, I was only age fifteen
Nobody I...

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“F Bomb”
By Nate Spears

I got the heart of a man name Malcolm
The visions of Martin Luther
The tongue of Emmett Till
The brains of Medgar Evers

Can I...

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Born out on Highway 9 down in Corpus
Saw a mermaid in the gulf or maybe a porpoise
What a time at South Padre during Spring break
In...

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Mamie Till Mobley demanded and open casket,
to let the world see,
the bloated, beaten body of her baby boy,
who was lynched in Mississippi.

His name was Emmett...

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I am Emmett Till. 
I was beaten to death, so how dare you go through everyday life complaining that it's "pure hell". 
I'd rather be...

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In a past life I must have killed a priest, 
 or could it be that on flesh i did feast?
Maybe I brutally raped a...

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Do you recall the song "Send In The Clowns" by Sinatra?

I reckon folks even heard it who reside in faraway Sumatra.

Long gone is famed Emmett...

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