Long Massa Poems

GOOD NAME MATTERS:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.. 
VERSE 1:
Inna real life many pipo no dey reason.
More time demm dey see life as simple,
So demma life all be some way.
Demm no fi decide give demma Self.
Wherever di...

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Quelle vicende vissi fino in fondo.
Quando mi riappropriai della mia vita
Se questo è un uomo chiesi a tutto il mondo.”
Those events I lived through and through.
When I again impropriated of my life
If this is a...

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  Another Cruel Link in their Chain 

1.   Beginnings

Her babe was her joy, such a beautiful boy,
	and he suckled her breast till the end.
The slaver sought cash, bestowed mammy a thrash,
	sold her...

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Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles were to their end
I found myself sitting on a sofa
Holding...

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                      I
 Remember when days were long
   and all de children do...

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WHO BE YOUR FRIEND:
INTRO:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
Who be you friend? 
That persorn who never dey lef you side...
No matter what. (no matter what) 
That persorn Wey go talk you di truth... 
No matter what......

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WE DEY TOP:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES 
Chorus:
The journey no be easy yet we dey top,
Wonna hope be sey Jah dey give we.
So we dey cope with everything. 
At the end of the tunnel we surley...

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(Chorus): My name is breda Donkey
               'Pon my back is de Christmas story
        ...

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Workin' fo’ free from cradle ta grave
Laborin' sunup ta sundown e’eryday,
while Missy and Massa sat in da shade
Those were da days

Us darkies knew where our place was then,
blonde ambition wish fo' freedom was a sin
Sho’...

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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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SEARCHING FOR SELF 

"I soak myself
With thoughts of
Fear,
Meditating, 
quietly I hear,
Nothing but,
Echoes of Anger and wrath,
I hear the ancestors,
of yesterday,
Long past,
I had goals and plans
To succeed 
But life was changed
Once in captivity field
I realized I...

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Hush! one whit elevation makes many,
Tislite born in Imilchil.
Who knows may write her own fate till her last day?
But only in a secret way.
Which can never be heard nor be told,
But Ait Hiddou and Ait...

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Who wants the lime light and attention focused on them for being an outcast? Not I said the chicken.

If you allow your core values, integrity and beliefs to be altered, changed or persuaded by threats,...

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When Katrina came calling,
Lady Blues brought some 
Miami Hurricane bad news
Green Dolphin Street pain parade
went Mardi Gras wind marching
down to the delta swamp of Nawl ‘Leans
And the lewd crowd’s demonic gust marlin friend, 
Flippa,
was cyclone...

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The air on board was foul and putrid.

Chained together at the ankle in

coffles, evil dragged me and others

with scabbed lips on board.

Humiliated under the sun, we were

stripped naked and examined from

head to toe and put...

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Nearing four hundred years
of living in captivity
Solar eclipse aspirations
has been my people’s enduring
ebony destiny
Almost four hundred years
of divided slavery:
chains seen and chains invisible
Hellish experience of double trouble
Self-congratulatory proclamations
of emancipated release 
were accompanied by chains slapped...

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Found me raised
     in the Antebellum South
     born an academically gifted
     whip smart, (and any other
     apropos) above average...

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Suh yuh gaan, walk gud ... up the hill again
Nuh worry bout wah get leff pon line
The likkle bway will bring dem out of de rain
An de rest of wi will just be fine, fine
Yuh...

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I want to try and make this plain;
My first years of school we learned to read by meeting characters called Dick & Jane.
They made us feel like these young people had it all and were...

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(Not) Regretting Cake

Never ending restrictions are slave driver’s tools a debatable concept wielding

Onslaughts on conscience asceticism zero sums zero size and perfection

To not trespass the segments of cake the boundaries and frontiers rules and


Regulations to...

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On the bank of the James River,
Virginia Colony, 
a proposal was conceived to constrain the African fire.
The ploy, a real achievement in the West-Indian settlements.
In Rome, bodies were paraded along the byways, 
to make a...

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10 mandamentos para progredir sempre
1 - Confiança – transpire confiança. Perceba que a partir do momento em que você se torna uma pessoa confiável, você se torna um produto de valor. Mantenha sua palavra e...

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10 mandamentos para progredir sempre

1 - Confiança – transpire confiança. 

2 – Faça a sua própria sorte – sirva a todas as pessoas sem distinção. 

3 - Nunca “aceite esmolas”. Cultive a “saudável agressividade”..

4 –...

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It was a normal Day for me when I awoke, tend Massa' children cook breakfast and clean up and such. But I wasn't feeling the same. Something was different. I couldn't put a name to...

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Working with trainer Pauhura Muruh
He developed the "Stirru Pomb"
and the "Thrips Massa" and
"Bassa Moto's Booby trap"
He'll make chicken wing , bending
Both knees with his shinlach.
A waistlach; roll into pinning 
Position.A "Tashiaz Bow" 
Rendition of a...

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