Long Darkie Poems

Third level CCTV audio recordings
of the last occupants illegally departing the 
quasi-safe, Area 4, Sector 9 quarantine zone
— Seventh vol. of the Ghetto Chronicles 


We hate to see you all go,
good company is hard to...

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America was born in protest violence,
but Lady Liberty now has
postpartum memento — 
A colonial, hypocritical condition called:
Revoltee Protestation Amnesia

Wavy umbilical vanished memories,
of destructive actions   ~   Terrible justification deeds
needed to break the...

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Was born to be a mule,
got barn weaned in the August hay
Didn’t know ev’ry next day
was gon be like my first Labor Day

My Louisi-Ana, ebony twin fetter friends told me,
I was gon gator cry pray...

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Light minded people say I’m an uppity darkie
They color me bad, 
with a black face, felt pen Sharpie
Vanilla voices downright don’t like
the audio sounds of this mouthy darkie
They say I’m way too uppity,
don’t know what...

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A racist white man’s vehicle broke down
in the middle
of the blackest pride side of Motown

He scratched his red neck double chin 
in Appalachian drawl dismay;
perplexed at having a little Aryan problem
of not being “Black Tie...

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True beauty defined by that which is isolated 
The loathe for that which is natural. 
An internal abhor, despising her vivacious soulfulness. 
It is the pigment she is hated for
It is the excessive melamine they...

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Goshen ghettofied,
born and bred
Yeah, I’m the teen darkie
with the big nose
and the nappy head
Rolling with my homies
on an asphalt bounce,
with the music on blast
Yeah, we’re the young darkies
with the big lips ...
American society outcasts
As ministers...

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Mother England surrogated me
And O her white breast was sweet
Honey on my tongue muting misery
While banana trash tied my feet

She stripped me naked in her bed
No culture clothe me from winter’s cold
Her language like a...

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Little lemmings,
beware of the Yukon yodel
Don’t ear swallow the Arctic shiny yellow
Fake eureka disclosure: It’s jingle hollow
So, enamel blowflake please,
place not your panhandle hope
in Ivory Boast fool’s goad

I, ebony breath beg of thee,
be not glutton...

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(Tucker’s Wet Dream!)

It seems ‘twenty-four/seven’ Republicans choose
to subject us, our nation to “Screw O’Clock News”
as if Truth’s all that exits their Trinity holes!
What they say is pure gold! You have doubts? Check the polls
that Fox...

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Can she see
the beryl words I keep
hidden inside?

Precious words I want to say,
but I’m too
darkie me shy

I cover my cocoon feelings
with an awkward “hi”
Whenever she Madame butterfly
	      passes by

I love...

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You know me,
or maybe you don’t
I’m that black cat
sitting in the back
with the big white eyes
glowing in the dark
If you’re one of them uncool rats
who love making light
of other people’s plight
Well, that ain’t right ...
it’s...

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Just another siren roadkill:
A low-down, 
rabid raccoon resisting arrest
at high noon
A feral noted asphalt death

So says the official pol-pol report
In a Terminator monotone
was the desk commandant’s
brass tact,  swastika vapor retort

Abel-bodied justice, sho’ nuff —...

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I rode shotgun
		with someone
who look just like me

Had the same skin color
			as far    as I 
could steering wheel see


I rode shotgun
		with a racist someone,
	who hatefully 
talked the same way as me

Had the...

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Out of the hills of St. Catherine and the plains of Linstead 
emerge a warrior princess…
A victor not a victim of her circumstances, struggles or plight
Miss Claris

With warm, loving, industrial hands she raised a large...

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Fate!

She rowed in moonlit night and I 
Was staring in the darkie deep 
She smiled and at once I enthralled
She with Her mystic eyes peep

She harkened come and sit  with me
You standing at the...

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Ex Drover, me

As the cleaner sweeps the street,
And the saddle leather squeaks,
cos he's riding ol Darkie,
an his mind is with the herd.
He remembers the cold nights,
Leaps from his swag at daylight,
To stand by the fire...

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What's in a name,
what say you man of the high mountains
Euro pleasing
 I am not who you say that I am
Elohim my first Father my true love 
My bridegroom He created me 
But yet you...

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