Long Mulatto Poems

Key CapitalistYang/CreolistYin EcoHistoric Concepts

I find a fuzzy irony in this morning’s early search for a new journal notebook, having filled my last from what had been, five years ago, an inconceivably high pile of empty...

Read More

Plant the seeds you wish to reap.
I have planted my seed in the soil of my people.
I have no home, no earthly land,
I have no food sometimes, sometimes,
I must find the white spot in my...

Read More

What if you were born in the 1800's?
                           ...

Read More

My Name is Paul & I am a Young Black Male

My Grandmother's Father was from Great Britain, his Family came to the New World to Stake their claim

He was a White Male

I Never knew Him

My...

Read More

Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of...

Read More

A BALLAD TO THE ANCESTORS

Like ripened fruits plucked from a flourishing tree,
They were stolen from a lush paradise garden;
A self sustained dwelling having no need of a warden;
A beautiful paradise where all could work and...

Read More

(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)

I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
     against misinterpreted faux attempt
     to describe, how whet
d'ya column...

Read More

 As I read this children's book a few times last night,
I pondered on if it would be a good fit for my little girl-
I wondered if what it was teaching was honest,
does it really...

Read More

FOB Echo Iraq was a forward operation base near the Babylon site in the city of Diwaniya, in fact the US military put security hesco and fencing around the ruins for protection from all of...

Read More

There's nothing wrong with a little heart,
I am human too
Life's just mixed a melting pot.
I'm a race of two worlds combined to one,
Not many can say that it's much fun.
My root's run deep a controversy...

Read More

By Ezar The Last Street Poet

What seeker can see what I have seen prophetic dreams 
Shot gun houses torn screens safe houses triple beems
Escorts giving me bags of cream emaculent things 
Strip club champaign and...

Read More

Where am I from? A mulatto.
Is there a place to call my home?
“Hey piggy!!” the blacks say to me
"You monkey", words of the white.

If the velvety black skies
give room for stars to bloom,
Why am I...

Read More

We explore –
earn and exist –
with a language 
of old exploitation. 

Like a mulatto,
Indian English 
is a hybrid. 
It’s as our culture –
there’s a unity
in diversity. 
We winnow ideas out
of dialectal chaff.

Language
mustn’t be imposed. 
Linguistic
extremism...

Read More

The Gallatin Street Market

The Gallatin Street Market was a secret.
The Gallatin Street bordellos were one too.
Hidden in the shadows of New Orleans,
weathered sign, arrowed finger gave no clue.

SLAVE AUCTION
CHOICE MULATTO MALES AND FEMALES

The market would...

Read More