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The King is dead and Malcolm too;
Those who are left include me and you.
Now is the time brother, what shall we do?
The Black Power Stokley left behind
Is gone into decline; faded away—
No one remembers Kwame Toure.
Pass the White House today.
You know what they say:
“The more things change,
The more they stay the same way.
How strange.
We are back at the day of no;
Back to where they called our place.
They took the ‘yes’ out the day before;
Today we remain a struggling race.
Emerald time fades to onyx night
The yoking sun shines on the brave
Energizing ebony warriors of the fight;
Least we chose to die as a slave.
As strange as this all may seem,
Know these are not words of a dream.
The enlighten know what they mean;
Freedom remains to be redeemed.
To be or not to be is not the question.
Ours must remain total liberation—
Freedom awaits its full restoration;
Thirst of the children await its libation.
Reflection past with an after effect prove
Civil Rights powerful
A voice of meaningful words
“BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY THEORY”
Knowledge and Wisdom of principles
Set the stage for foundation
I had the honor and pleasure of having Malcolm X’s Widow, Dr. Betty Shabazz as my Professor on the subject of IN SEARCH OF WELLNESS class at CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE
Malcolm X was a standalone
A man full blown
History being well known
The push for Civil Rights change
Opposition just couldn’t remain
Malcolm X name represented greatness
I can account being the witness
Malcolm X was no error, but a count on
Feared no one
A name that will always be remembered
Movement of achievement
Malcolm X was killed for civil rights he believed in
His voice like a woodman’s Ax
Loud and verbal
His time on Earth was allowed
X marks the spot
He was a man of like it or not.
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 who had way too much..
Months later, although mom's words were harsh my dad and I
went to the Poor Peoples March. I was amazed to see thousands there,
those pop up tents from every where. I drove by with peripheral vision,
those fleeting glimpses of how others were living..
Early years passed and I matured some how, remaining oblivious to "black
power".
I graduated from high school and was freed from mom and watched as
several of my class mates went straight to Viet Nam..
I never went to Woodstock nor protested the war, too caught up in my
story to care about the poor..
I moved from sheltered Silver Spring to New York City and had my own
adventures there, some not very pretty..
I indulged in a little "huffing and puffing". My hands were in a wheat film
buttering an English muffin..
Impulsiveness and hormones got the best of me so at a young age I
began my family..
Many moons later while finishing my degree I learned so much more
about Black history. As a minority student at Bowie State I had a teacher,
Dr. Kondo and he was truly great. He had just consulted for the film
Malcolm X and filled me in on all those voids not written in the texts.
The greatest of gifts that one can bestow is to take off those blind folds
and help some one grow.
Listen in,
The ultimate weapon that lays
heavy on your soul like an anvil,
they can motivate you to pursue your dreams, or
crush your whole existence and
leave you at a stand still,
there is power in them,
you can build strong towers with them,
Going as far as the imagination,
they can serve as the foundation of a nation,
or bring genocide to an entire generation,
In the beginning,
God spoke the world into existence with them,
In the 1950's, MLK, Malcolm X,
and Huey P. Newton started a resistance with them,
They can conquer all fears,
or provoke all tears,
promote life or death
as they travel from lip, to ear,
At times they are boldly profound,
but sometimes, their most powerful
statement is made, without so much as a sound.
They are the solitary confiners,
the subliminal reminders
that we are creatures of habit,
good or bad they are like drugs,
and it is easy to become an addict
In church we kneel and pray with them,
with friends we tend to play with them,
but be careful what you say with them,
because the words, we, give to others,
has a tendency to stay with them....
One.
Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change
People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.
People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names
The list could go on
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou,
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew
George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise
Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle,
But obviously greatness can be done.
We can rise above this stigma
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine
"The Greatest American Ever Born"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Usually, throughout the history of all things
The strongest of all is the one they call king
The greatest would be the one who would let Freedom ring
That's the idea of America, how long did it take you to join the team
Paul Revere rode for it, history says people could hear him scream
Since Washington is the champ, he gets the first green
We all know someone like Jefferson, he smiles in your face, you know that scheme
And everybody Loves Benjamin, turn something on and see what I mean
"All men are created equal" by the hypocrites is the song they sing
Then history says Lincoln Freed the slaves followed by decades of lynchings
But credit Grant with 50, his victory is supreme
And then enter the Great Depression with the New Deal Roosevelt brings
And Kennedy wanted Peace but learned the truth about how bullets sting
And Malcolm said color shouldn't keep a man from defending
And now we've got Obama, Martin's progress trending
Slowly swaying from the drama, the needed end to social lean
Where we can all reach the place where True Love is redeemed
And the one who achieves that will be the greatest, it seems
And the only one I've seen is the one who had a dream
That's why if Martin Luther were alive, he would have been proud to call Michael "King"
note: Martin Luther King, Jr. was actually named Michael Luther King, Jr. at birth, and his father changed both of their names in honor of the great protestant reformer, Martin Luther.
THROUGH THE STORM...
Strange fruits no longer hang
from trees; they’re boxed and stored:
seeds left behind lie rotting in blood soaked streets.
Yet we have overcome the poverty of spirit
and still march in solidarity with a world imbued
with the blankets of fear and bleak confusion of purpose.
Today, the circadian rhythms of time weave us together
breaking bartered bleak silence of moral purpose
eviscerated by deceit: crusades and jihads are not the lessons
of the Shamans, Gandhi, Martin and Malcolm (Imam); nor what the Dali
and Pope would wish upon the human race. No! Let's not be victims
of the acid of despair; neither of the venom of those who say they don’t care:
Rest assured Brothers and Sister of the world, the time of martyrs
will not be bastardized; the blooded juice of strange fruits
will not be comprised; nor their seeds eradicated.
While sitting, standing, shouting and marching
along the river banks of history, there's no dam of injustice
the blood flowing waters of liberty cannot and will not overcome.
Though our feet be tired and our souls be weary,
let the world continue the prophet's march...marching
through the howling winds of pain---the jostling storms
of adversity...our faith stamping out the whirlwind of despair;
our bruised hearts stirring up warm breezes of spiraling hope:
nourishing bleeding wombs of peace, love and unity.
Coltrane with Giant Steps coming downstairs, feeling A Love Supreme after two weeks
King going up the mountain and dreaming as he speaks
Miles said, So What... Kind of Blue
Malcolm, By Any Means Necessary, sees it through
Michael, a Dancing Machine, getting Off the Wall for a Thriller
Ali's Rope-a-Dope and Thrilla in Manila
Hank hammering the big 715
Prince's Sign O' the Times in Purple Rain seems
Your work is yours, so get on up and complete your earthly chores
Hansberry's Raisin in the Sun
Madame Walker with her pellucid vision
Aretha's Respect of a Natural Woman
Maya poetically teaches about a Phenomenal Woman
Claudette Colvin on the bus refusing to stand
Angela Davis' incessant fight for the civil rights of "Hue-Man."
Zora Neale Hurston saw "Their Eyes Were Watching God."
"Ella Fitzgerald Sings The Cole Porter Song Book" is no slipshod
Your work is yours; get on up now and complete your earthly chores
Dr. Sebi confidently professes the essence of sea moss
Dr. Cress-Welsing released 'The Isis Papers' like a queen boss
Mae Jemison is traveling into outer space
Wendell Scott blazed through NASCAR without a trace
Ooooooh! When I say your work is yours...
You'd better be getting up and completing your earthly chores
Echoing voices can be heard from Former President Obama, Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Medgar Wiley Evers and numerous other Afro American pioneers
It’s time to preserver
Mobilize in no fear
Stand America
Be Strong and Courageous
Pinnacle circumstance
Ironic situation
Battle cry
Civll Rights Armor on
Lift your voices in the rallying call
“We can’t stop and won’t be stopped”
Brothers and Sisters in the cause
Fist of power raised up determined.
Liberty and Freedom desired
Mission focus
We can’t turn back, but only reflect back
We kneel in asking God for our guidance
Forward being strong in onward
Turning for years struggle into victory
America’s continuation story
Faith moves mountains
Our climb full of endurance
Heaven’s guidance our assurance.
Our Forefathers before us gave a good fight
We must continue the action for today and way into the future
We can’t sit back and wonder
We must make change happen
Our lives came from before, and we are anecdote in the after
We are the multitudes
There cannot not be any Civil Rights conclude
Together we can bring America to soothe
No win or lose principle
Our forefathers want us to be determined to fulfill
Changing Hatred, Killings and non-acceptance of Race
Step out and continue the movement
All Races need to come together as one
One day our rise
Today to energize
The uplifted outcome
Together we must stand.
#racism #love
Mindless judgement
I wonder when racism is going to end.
I hear loud screams and cries.
As if a… lightning beam hit individuals.
who seem to be walking without a worry in the world.
with smiles on their faces and with a single blink.
Every two seconds lives are ending.
“BRATATA” the shotgun goes off.
someone else has been shot down by the ones
who are supposed to protect us.
Badges on their chest to shield themselves.
It has nothing to do with just us but to crush us.
I see people doing nothing but stare at the scene
their hands weigh in their pockets heavy with guilt and sorrow.
The bleeding never stops, The greed has controlled us.
How can Minds be so narrow? Instead of finding the actual criminal hustling Xanax and ecstasy.
they find the most innocent out of the bunch and munch them till they crunch.
Once they’re through they have no remorse, the police force lead to someone's demise
I worry about this continuing will there be a difference in the nation's population?
In the back of our heads the word MIGRATION
It will be just like a vacation.
that will never end.
Donald trump will be happy with the idea right? He enters the room to a standing ovation.
In his eyes The U.S will become “great” and bright but instead he is just instilling us with fright. He carries nothing but baggage.
As the count decreases so will our intelligence.
What did Malcolm x and Martin Luther king jr. die for?
It pains me to see the people of my color going extinct.
I worry. Am I next?
Am I not safe anymore?
As my blood pores on this paper, I feel like I’m climbing a non stop mountain.
sweat drips.
1, 2, 3
I can’t breathe.
I hope to god one day this beautiful earth will be filled with all the colors ever created.
I want to see kids playing, waving. It would be amazing.
I want to see grown ups sitting on chairs on the beautiful grass and sharing laughs just having a blast.
Even if it means that I have to be in the sky high looking down at the once horrific universe but now if you observe it is more well rounded and grounded.
I pray, it becomes that way.