Foremothers Poems - Poems about Foremothers

...#With_my_mother_in_mind My heart aches but some distance hunch, clears the odds, thus far I have traveled, the little spark in that very distant, blows soft breeze to my weakling faith, that; your b......

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...The first time you kissed me it was a surprise, I wasn’t ready. It was a sneak attack, funny ‘cause they say the girl ‘always knows.’ I think we’re lucky we didn’t chip a tooth. The unexpected s......

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...Paradise Switch off the lights Close the drapes and the blinds Bury the sunshine Surely , dawn shall arise And tend to my cry Melanin Unique Exceptional Complexion Uncommon ......

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...Home is the word we love to hear: The dreams are never over, They are always a break through: after the tears: An x is lodge in our heads was it the, rock, a tree, or the hidden board, Time wel......

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...America First speaks a RightWing monocultural intention currently championed by Trumpians and Republican Aristocracy of Evangelism Tea Partiers, by xenophobic paranoids and sociopathic pharise......

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...Cameras The root of my agony Lies beyond this dollar store To my foremothers and forefathers Shackled by thieves Stolen from the graces of Africa Their feet once light to The drum's rh......

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...As I transitioned from high school to the University of Michigan, one of the leading national health and safety issues was painfully violent loss of Vietnamese and U.S. lives, and hundreds of tho......

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...You died for our equal treatment, and we demand "affirmative action." You died for integration, and we justify segregation when we throw public brawls and destroy property. You died to stop the......

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... Stock Lines derail trains made from stern stock shunting worsted words in wagons to and fro cabins depleted by looters piled on dock signals distressed faces not any more ......

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...A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon, and turns into a vast lake of tears. They were fighting for their right to remain poor and hungry. It was a fractured amnesia in the pit of flesh. Wa......

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...A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon, and turns into a vast lake of tears. They were fighting for their right to remain poor and hungry. It was a fractured amnesia in the pit of flesh. Wa......

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...Heritage options prevail not written in blood not set in concrete dysfunction, violation, unwanted seed Our foremothers' served us well they saved us from a living hell when all is sa......

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