Best Massa Poems

  Another Cruel Link in their Chain 

1.   Beginnings

Her babe was her joy, such a beautiful boy,
	and he suckled her breast till the end.
The slaver sought cash, bestowed mammy a thrash,
	sold her babe to a gentrified friend.
Yes, life flits like a flash,...

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On the bank of the James River,
Virginia Colony, 
a proposal was conceived to constrain the African fire.
The ploy, a real achievement in the West-Indian settlements.
In Rome, bodies were paraded along the byways, 
to make a statement. 
My Massa used ropes.
We dangled by our necks like...

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Nearing four hundred years
of living in captivity
Solar eclipse aspirations
has been my people’s enduring
ebony destiny
Almost four hundred years
of divided slavery:
chains seen and chains invisible
Hellish experience of double trouble
Self-congratulatory proclamations
of emancipated release 
were accompanied by chains slapped on the brain,
having a tighter squeeze
We were taught
when our alabaster...

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Quelle vicende vissi fino in fondo.
Quando mi riappropriai della mia vita
Se questo è un uomo chiesi a tutto il mondo.”
Those events I lived through and through.
When I again impropriated of my life
If this is a man I asked all the world. 
La sua voce non...

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Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles were to their end
I found myself sitting on a sofa
Holding a tv  control in my hand.
E girando i canali...

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The air on board was foul and putrid.

Chained together at the ankle in

coffles, evil dragged me and others

with scabbed lips on board.

Humiliated under the sun, we were

stripped naked and examined from

head to toe and put in quarters to

be raped.

My senses dulled from abuse, bouts

of hunger...

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(Not) Regretting Cake

Never ending restrictions are slave driver’s tools a debatable concept wielding

Onslaughts on conscience asceticism zero sums zero size and perfection

To not trespass the segments of cake the boundaries and frontiers rules and


Regulations to not violate prescriptions norms dogma seems violent in itself

Ethics of...

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SEARCHING FOR SELF 

"I soak myself
With thoughts of
Fear,
Meditating, 
quietly I hear,
Nothing but,
Echoes of Anger and wrath,
I hear the ancestors,
of yesterday,
Long past,
I had goals and plans
To succeed 
But life was changed
Once in captivity field
I realized I couldn't 
Be me,
I was only accepted
When I was Becky,
Went to...

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(Chorus): My name is breda Donkey
               'Pon my back is de Christmas story
               A carry God's son...

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Workin' fo’ free from cradle ta grave
Laborin' sunup ta sundown e’eryday,
while Missy and Massa sat in da shade
Those were da days

Us darkies knew where our place was then,
blonde ambition wish fo' freedom was a sin
Sho’ could use a good *****
like Mister Uncle Tom again

Givin’ a...

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I want to try and make this plain;
My first years of school we learned to read by meeting characters called Dick & Jane.
They made us feel like these young people had it all and were hot,
Even had a black and white dog named Spot.
The older...

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When Katrina came calling,
Lady Blues brought some 
Miami Hurricane bad news
Green Dolphin Street pain parade
went Mardi Gras wind marching
down to the delta swamp of Nawl ‘Leans
And the lewd crowd’s demonic gust marlin friend, 
Flippa,
was cyclone seen: mid-air, pirouette dancing again

Creole zydeco drown sounds
were Bourbon Street...

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At the birth of the Blues
Musicians wouldn't lose
When they'd have Cosimo tape
While the rest would just gape...

The hits flowed out fast
Some were lost, some will last
But had that golden touch
That we all love so much!

Cosimo Matassa
That cosmic "massa"
Left us a ton
From everyone!...

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                      I
 Remember when days were long
   and all de children do is play,
 or how de burnin sun hot like fire
...

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It was a normal Day for me when I awoke, tend Massa' children cook breakfast and clean up and such. But I wasn't feeling the same. Something was different. I couldn't put a name to it, but it was different. I could not keep my...

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