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OF WE AND THEY/EVEN US AND THEM! *
In the beginning
We were the architects
Of God’s designed world;
Then came them—
The devastating forces
Of its Garden Of Eden
Decline:-
We were the flowers
And fruits of the Garden;
Then they became
The slithering and coiling
Slime of disobedience
And disrespect:-
We were chosen
To teach cross bearing
With the Bearer thereof;
Then they—save Mark—
Tried to leave out
Our Simon Of Cyrene hue:-
As you read, my children,
Listen to these 83+ years
Old screaming words:
We must know that ourstory here,
Did not begin with their slavery!
They’re just lyingly implicated this,
In their fecal canvassing
Of their diuretic history:-
While we remain
The crucified oppressed,
And they, the crucifiers,
Realize our Ancestors
Ensured that we would be
Today’s resurrected ones;
Overcoming and ascending,
Memorial total liberation:-
Thus, it be between them
And us, in waning oppression
And waxing liberation;
We ascending the mountaintop,
Not as children of Sisyphus,
But, the ebony-hued of the Liberator:-
You smell like sweet roses,
But I've smelled the sweat of the weak.
My sight is as keen as an eagle's eyes;
I see the chains, rusted from years of injustice, binding the meek.
Segregation tried to tear us apart;
Tried to break our spirits, but we stood unbroken.
Like Carlotta Walls, I keep my head held high,
Disregarding the lies.
Even when the ground is unstable,
I feel the weight of all the cries,
But still, my will is unshakable.
Racism tried to steal our pride;
It tried to silence our voices,
But the roar in my protests shakes the sky.
Is it pain that makes you shy?
We taste the bitter ash of sorrow,
Long, hard fights.
I hear the whispers of a dream—
Thunder-loud, like the King's words shaking the nights.
The statues speak, but they are silent.
They don’t tell the battles we’ve fought,
The struggles we’ve survived.
Segregation tried to tear us apart;
It tried to divide us, but we remain unbroken.
Yet here we are, stronger than before.
Like the Proclamation’s call, we break the chains;
The day will rise — not just with light, but with our truth.
Born from the sun's ancient kiss,
A gift wrapped in golden brown bliss,
I carry the stories of ancestors proud,
Their strength echoing clear and loud.
Melanin flowing through my veins,
Like rivers of cocoa after the rains,
Each shade a testament to divine design,
From ebony deep to honey wine.
They tried to dim this sacred light,
But stars were born to shine so bright,
My skin holds wisdom, holds the grace
Of those who paved this sacred space.
The richest hues I've ever seen,
Caramel dreams and coffee streams,
All wrapped up in melanin's gleams.
This glow cannot be replicated,
This beauty will not be imitated,
For every freckle, every mark
Tells stories that light up the dark.
I am the sunrise, I am the earth,
I celebrate this blessed birth,
This melanin that makes me whole,
This radiant, unbreakable soul.
Let my skin sing its ancient song,
Of survival, of being strong,
Of beauty that cannot be denied,
This melanin glow, my source of pride.
THE PRESENT JUNETEENTH: A 2025 Juneteenth Flashback
Beginning with the celebration
Of our Juneteenth,
We prepare a new perspective
For the 4th of July:-
Though this nation now stands stalled
On the brink, she remains our nation
That she is also our nation too, there
Can be no lie!
What a uniqueness her oppressed people
Now share?
Two juxtaposed emancipation celebrations
Back-to-back:
Going from these times, only the future knows
To where:-
Oh what an interesting time it is for those of us
Born black,
And indigenous ones contemplating it all in utter
Amazement!
As for us, our eyes on the prize focus, must remain
In the present;
No more standing around in a sad dismayed whine:-
It’s celebration Time!
P.S.: Remember this, my Brothers and Sisters:-
“…We may not be
Where we want to be;
We may not be
Where we ought to be;
We may not be
Where we gonna be;
But praise God! We ain’t
Where we once were!”
Lovely, happy hair,
Rowed, and growing in beauty;
God’s sweet locks I bear:-
Hued as is the night,
Moonlight beauty reflecting
Ebony delight:-
Locks admired so much,
Gardened rowed short or shouldered,
Just got to be touched.
God makes no mistakes;
Creating natured beauty,
Whatever hue takes:-
Mirror check and see,
The blooming beauty of thee,
And gracefully be:-
TO BEING ON BOARD *
I can remember when
It was blackboards,
Which have been replaced
By their whiteboards;
Loaded with selective
Brainwashing videos:
Primarily coded to entertain
Rather than educate;
Particularly, if you’ve not chosen
Teaching as a labor of love:-
When asked how could I, at 83,
Teach without a whiteboard,
I simply replied that I was
A live retired living blackboard:
Programmed by God’s divine wisdom
And guidance to continue to engage
In a labor of love—teaching and sharing
Inspirational and dedicated problem-solving
Skills to the chosen future liberators:-
Just look carefully at you and me,
Innocent victims of bigoted inequality,
In a nation physically built via bigotry,
Of the sweat, the blood, and death,
Of our ancestors fighting to be truly free,
And endowed with faithfully won equanimity:-
Know the reality of just who here, we be,
For we’re not the heirs of diabolical slaves;
But the children of free Africans of slavery:-
We’re heirs of pillaring hope of faithful braves,
Fighting to eradicate the Oppressor Syndrome,
Self killing us out of ancestral won blessed homes:-
Come tenacious muse
goddess within
as ourstory month
fades away from them:
Bid us bleed
nourishing words
rhythmically flowing
like a spring stream’s
soothing waters;
Let our pens canvas
ecstatic images
satisfying the senses
exploding into fulfillment:-
May the creative juices
likewise forever come
spewing warm wet awareness
upon calm waiting souls
seeking the glow of enlightenment;
Grant the pregnant wombs of minds
to shed more light upon the darkness
renewed minds must yet penetrate:-
As eggs hatch releasing newborns
so must the poet’s words do likewise;
come tenacious muse goddess within:
Let your cream of wisdom
once more anoint the arising truth
of the blood, thunder and lightning
of ourstory in distorted his story:-
Come tenacious muse
goddess within
Bid us bleed
nourishing words
rhythmically flowing
like a spring stream’s
soothing waters—
Let our pens canvas
ecstatic images
satisfying the senses
exploding into fulfillment
May the creative juices
likewise forever come
spewing warm wet awareness
upon calm waiting souls
seeking the glow of enlightenment
Grant the pregnant wombs of minds
to shed more light upon the darkness
renewed minds must yet penetrate
As eggs hatch releasing newborns
so must the poet’s words do likewise:
come tenacious muse goddess within
Let your cream of wisdom
once more anoint the arising truth
of the blood, thunder, and lightning
of our story in distorted his story.
MAY OUR WATER FOREVER BREAK AND FLOW
As like the water, we were created;
In the breaking of the water we came—
And it is said that we did not come here
To be sitting or standing around for nothing:-
Indeed, we are here like the waters of rivers;
Like waters of oceans and seas—flowing to be;
And like the waters, we must ever be about flowing—
Flowing to ever be free from oppressive inequities:-
Strong flowing waters can burst damming dams,
And frozen ice melts in warm flowing liberating water;
And although slow deep streaming water evaporates,
Does it not eventually fall back down on oppressive ground?
Let us forever run and flow in physical strength;
Let us forever run and flow in mental awareness;
Let us forever run and flow in spiritual uplifting;
Let us forever run and flow in undying faith:-
God has baptized us in the water of His divine love,
Graciously dipping our heads in His divine wisdom,
Guiding us towards His shores of divine liberation,
That we may forever flow in His gracious deliverance:-
I Tapped Into the Flow State
I tapped into the Flow State today
Oh, what a marvelous day.
I tapped into the Flow State today,
Step aside make way!
I tapped into the Flow State today,
Everything’s going my way.
I tapped into the Flow State today
What the did you do with your day?
You ask me how let me show you the way:
This morning began unusually so,
An idea sparked:
Be one with the snow.
Outside I wandered, the air crisp and free,
Until I met her a magnificent tree.
"Embrace me," she whispered, so gentle, so slow,
And at last, hand and branch became one in the snow.
I tapped into the Flow State what a wondrous day,
The wind didn’t push south; it led me north to stay.
Guided by whispers, by nature, by chance,
I danced with the universe in a wordless trance.
THE RACE
Their race is still on,
our ebon-race being chased;
let's keep racing:-
TO THE TASK AHEAD FOR OUR WRITERS
No one can write our story but us;
His story merely footnotes us:-
In the culture of the penned word,
We must personally ink ourstory;
Footnoting history’s keloid pains:-
In doing so, the rules must be ours
As opposed to those of anglophobia:-
In our midst, do we not have
Our own Prophets, Scribes, and Seers?
Do we not have our own worthy Griots?
Let us not write for their critics, but for ourselves,
Demonstrating mastery of the enforced language
Through which we must uniquely cipher flowing lines;
Deciphering coded lies from undeniable living truths:-
Can an indigenous fruit be a “native” of one that’s not?
EBONY WE ON THE WAY
Beating our drums
singing our songs
rhythmically
foot printing
our hued feet
with eyes
still on the prize
and the summit
brightly in sight
we be proudly
marching
in blues-jazz
liberty
faithfully assured
no sisyphus-like
rocky rolling
oppression tappings
can get us offbeat
in our sojourn
to mountain to
liberation
awaiting
the dream’s
reality
for the ebony we:-
KUUMBA
(Creative Kwanzaa Thoughts For Today)
In the tree of life,
Let creative branches teach;
Awareness well barked:-
Let your flowers bloom,
Canvassing our destiny;
Reflecting healing:-
Pain well, life’s beauty,
Blooming in God’s great glory;
Canvassing his love:-
Be that tree of god,
Branches spread wide with his love;
Green leafs with his peace:-