Long Chattel Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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Hannah, I haven't seen or heard you cry
not in the gray of winter day
or in the cold silence of our prisoner nights,
the others can hardly keep up with you on the marches
your face is changeless...

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HEADSTONES AND CHATTELS 

‘Twas pure chance that I discovered
Just the other day,
A place passed 
Countless times,
Never had the thought of calling in,
Inner thoughts and misplaced fears
Oh there must have been countless other reasons
For one to...

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For every step I take toward the sun,
the spark that lit the fire inside me dwindles.
History slated on unforgiving stone erodes;
A weakly chiseled dream.
But I will remember it all,
and tongues shall breed these words
and hold...

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When God created this world, everything was nice and dandy and perfect,
But the disobedience of Adam and Eve introduced sin and sowed defect,
Soon thereafter sin manifested itself as envy, hatred, and murder,
As their first son...

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I ask myself a rhetorical question regarding...
the durability, longevity, and tenacity of Homo sapiens,
after screaming headlines report one after another atrocity.

How did the human species manage to survive
with many means
of self destruction at their disposal?

Atomic...

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Gentlemen,  behold, the wild yet curious Laurentia, an unexplored beauty,
Welcome to Utica, Latifundium Africanus Magnus
I am Titus, the overseer of this plantation wherein sweat will pay and you will stay
learn your tasks as a...

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Penned like cattle, as if chattel,
     cages rattle, sounds of brattle,
          no more tattle, keen for battle.
Be free, my brothers!

The cause is...

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AND WE ARE STILL HERE…
While beating our drums—singing, dancing
and giving praises to the Most High
for family harvest, peace and love,
we blinked—became victims
of colonial rape—stolen from the womb
of our Motherland; snatched like babes
from their mother’s uterus;...

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Their philosophers dehumanized our ancestors.
 Their missionaries demonized their humanity.
 Their merchants made them chattel.
 Whippings, rapes, amputations,
 For the training of wild negroes who can be forced to work at will.
 The expression of...

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You were supposed to be my salvation,
The one on whom I always leaned
You promised me the world on a platter
Were those words imagined or dreamed?

You know how much I loved you
Though you hurt me and...

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I was born unto a woman and a man, and a government,
this was the Trinity, these were my employers,
entrance into this magical melee was acknowledged with a certificate of birth,
and with nefarious numbers, debt digits,

from...

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she carries the child on tired hips rested on chains ‘round her waist

wasted on freedom designed to serve a white man’s lustful desire

branded inferior as time repeats itself and the pain knows no end


a tattoo...

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The clock chastises me,
as painted petals bloom brilliance
in illuminated wonder that attempts 
escape from the hidden crevices
deep within my beleaguered mind.

The beauty I seek is but an allusive dream,
     flowing rags...

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God of Abrahan, Isaac, and Jacob,
God of the White Man and Indian,
You are the God of the Negro,
who created all people of one blood.
You are not divided; you are One God.

The Negro was made in...

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Das papa anathema & furor he hiss toward patriarchal hierarchy

Courtesy mine eldest sister Amelie
Beth (thirteen plus months my senior),
whose maternal love equals heart as emoji,
she nsync with other kith and kin
painstakingly fleshed out family tree,
formerly...

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When I was a child, children were chattel, threatened by our parents and our preacher.
We did not even dare whisper a tiny bit of a sliver of a question at our teacher.
Today’s brazen un-mothers drop...

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Today’s a day that’s supposedly filled with political rhapsody/
Yet I sit down and write these words in full spiritual apathy/
I rather be electing a leader whose ideas can capture me/
Chattel ghosts are after me so...

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These leopard eyes warily see
another crimson dawn
on the cold concrete Serengeti

A scarlet sun
shaped like the barrel of a gun
Dark plume of heat
triggers the survival instinct scatter

Watch the bulls-eye prey run
Where to in the confusion?
It doesn’t...

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When is hate,
voiced and aggressively acted out,
not a crime
victimizing all us criminals,
convicted and otherwise?

Should we criminalize
fear of fundamentalists
or anger about presumably predative aliens
or anxiety about internal
and external
climate changes
or worry about long-term costs compared to short-term...

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Life as we know it makes no sense if we have no choice 
So what is the alternative and do we have a voice ?

The world is spinning out of control with violence and death...

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Although I'm childless by own hand
That's no crime as I understand
But parenthood I might restrict?
This world's not one that I'd inflict
Upon another soul by choice
So, in this cause, I raise my voice.

I do not judge...

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But lion tipping esoteric elite's lobby and label their fables                         ...

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Is Friendship Just a Delusional Fiction?

Is friendship a lifeboat that floats on convenience?
Can we all divorce who we like with a gesture
that’s less than a wave on a looking glass seascape,
ignore too, the wreckage of...

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BELIZEAN BLEND

In the beginning it was the Yucatec, the Mopan and  Kekchi  as well
Who came from the steppes of Asia where nomads dwell
They fished and farmed milpas, in paradise; away from hell
Some building...

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