Best Naacp Poems

Life in Africa was full; years in the bush, a treat.
Music made us happy; drums sounded for dancing feet.
A loving life with family always made us smile.
Living together freely, we never knew defeat.

Greedy slave hunters sailed down the Nile.
Chained us below with feces and bile,
Our...

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As a Kid, I never wanted to be viewed as Black. There were always negative connotations that came with that.
Death and Evil, things like the "Black" Plague.
The Representative of Darkness and the Loneliness of Shade.

I Remember a teacher told me according to statistics, by the...

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MULTILAYERED: THE CAUSE IS CIVIL RIGHTS!

How time has changed.
I am a colored woman by DNA living in a country of diversity.
I can remember my first day of school when my teacher asked me to self-identify.
     “I am Native American”, I said.
In...

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ain't it a shame

when hate lynches 
a 14 year old Colored boy
in 1955 Mississippi
and blows away the dreams of
four innocent little ***** girls 
in 1963 Birmingham, Alabama

yeah 
bus that to your segregated thoughts
as I interracially walk you 
through Little Rock, Arkansas
with Daisy Bates & nine...

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As soon as I heard 
You were the First African American Male
To win the Pulitzer prize for Poetry
I wanted to run out and celebrate
I wanted to wake up Hughes and Dunbar
And Baraka and say we made it
No one would have been prouder than Maya
She sold...

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Ever wonder where big ideas come from?

Memories of FDR
from newsreel clips -
a lion-headed striking man
with rakish grin,
jaw jutting proudly, 
signature cigarette holder
clenched in his teeth
tilted ever upward...
soaring to the heavens
as he cruises by
waving to admirers
in his convertible coupe.

Short List FDR Credits:
New Deal, WPA, Social Security,...

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When I die
I give the Pulitzer Board 
Permission
To exhume my lyrics

And some overweight ME
Will put my verses on a slab
Going thru my stanzas for tone
looking for assonance and 
Consonance in my bones

As my family waits around to see
If i really was a great poet

And they...

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Rosa Parks, sit proud,
Head high with no retreat,
Do not be forced to the back
This seat is more than just a seat,
Let them drag you to the jail
Mistreatment all the world can see,
Spirits stir, blood boils,
N.A.A.C.P.

Dr. King, Dr. King!
Tell the world about your dream,
Preach of togetherness
as...

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My gramps was a long-staunch Baptist of the sort S.B.C., 
Until his local congregation got beholden to the R.N.C. 

Gramps was a hoot – on a Friday he joined the K.K.K., 
Saturday, he quit because it wasn’t a branch of the Y.M.C.A. 

Afterwards, he feared...

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This is what the local examiner preaches 

Lynchings, or killing someone by hanging, historically were mostly used by whites against black men in the South beginning in the late 19th century, according to the NAACP.

Below my reply in comment
 
How they twist words to suit...

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One of the least talked about,
yet most problematic issues
for regenerating  

Global
social-psychological
mental and physical
health and public safety
movements

Well fed and watered
to empower and enlighten interfaith
action and reflection,
song and dance
liturgical and fire-circle
contemporary-indigenous wisdom

Is to explore together
how and when to work around
and with patriarchal clergy leadership.

Even if a...

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If you know your history you know that the black achiever is one, 

Step down from the NAACP for youth student in high school,

My mom said now a days they are doing remarkable things,

At the time I was there we did not have a local...

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As a young teen I sadly confess, I dreamt of becoming an actress.
A class assignment drew me to Warner's  in D.C., where I
brushed up against black history..
I stumbled into a meeting of the NAACP.
The people  welcomed one out of touch, this
young white girl...

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I love to read Charles Bukowski
My Brother, Bill could have written like him
Sitting at a rust-leg old table in that fractured rectangle
     above a liquor store
               ...

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AFTER GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF MADISON WISCONSIN BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB MY LIFE WAS THREATENED THEY BEGAN TO EXTORT MY LIVELY HOOD IMPERSONATE ME PAYING WISCONSIN CITY OFFICIALS TO FRAME DISABLED AFRICAN AMERICANS FALSIFYING HELL ON EARTH PRESENTING IT TO THE...

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