Long Whippings Poems

- - - Chapter 1: Early Days - - - 

My father was a rich man, la, *
Though schooled in poverty, (1)  
As such he seldom raised his head, 
Displayed humility.
The center of the...

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

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Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via
a thought balloon filled with candy and bullets
that lingers menacingly overhead
announcing the death...

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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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"And he (Jesus) said to them.  Be not afraid.  You seek Jesus
who was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place
where they laid him."   ...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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In the year, nineteen an’ thirty-nine, 
in a small town that seemed not to care,
a little girl tried her very best
to dress well, and groom her dark hair.
She’d fight for her life—whatever it took,
an’ survive...

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'O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?'

      None have I yet, from my days so young, met in the pastures of...

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Earth is sad
Flesh is sand
Shadow is black
My skin is dark.

Black man down
White man's town
Tweets and Hashtags
Protests and Blackcards, 

But the system is Prejudiced
Jury men in white ridged caps and black cape cloaks-
take sides with the...

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My father marched gung-ho towards anarchy,
Many friends by his side fell before the end,
They died brave in the face of danger and sin,
Their memories erased buried in mud blend.
 
The men went to their deaths...

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Commodities.

Traded as rapidly as futures,
sold to bidders, 
merchants of misery,
bought and herded,
into cattle-cars, vans, 
containers sailing,
on the seven open seas.

Women, men, 
girls, boys,
auctioned into servitude,
stolen lives, 
extinguished families,

for,

the cheap labour market needs to be fed,
an...

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In a dark part of hell the tormentor lives
exploiting all of your deep darkest sins
then making you forgive
punished you beg
tormentor you scream as he peels back your skin
opening your rib cage to see within 
in...

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Sheba had that twirly whirly jumpy bumpy personality
That told you she was either a Gemini or on drugs
I am a Gemini, and on drugs, so I recognized her right away

Others steered clear of her, using...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Daddy
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/1985


Daddy,
their was 
no 
escape

from
your wrath,
and
hard hands -

You
screamed
dirty names
at me,

that
cut through
my body
like a
sword -

You beat
me 
down -

a man 
possessed -

a man
gone mad - 

Your
whippings
scare
me still -

I can
hear your
putrid words
ring out

from your
evil
raging
soul -

Your
anger
and 
gruffness,

caused
my
tender heart 
to
crumble

before
your mighty  
stature,

I was
afraid 
of
your
strength -

Daddy,
what...

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MOM, YOU ARE SILL ALIVE AND WELL

I miss your smile, the times we shared and the world that
	you opened my eyes to.
I smile at the major ass whippings you put on me in your 
	goal...

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Chopsueycide; They’re gathering for the feast this time; last time it was a roasting. 

Chopsueycide; An acquired taste that’s guaranteed to raise temperatures, but not pulses. 

Chopsueycide; Added ginger will certainly blow your head off,...

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Times are hard
Money is in a vice grip
Numbers scare people & use to stretch a tight lip
Dice get roll
Lose your life when the card flip
People bearing arms
Death sentence in palms grip
Mom's carry weight 2 babies...

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I'm an ex-prizefighter and my name is Glass Joe.
If you're wondering if I could win fights, the answer is no.
I got my ass kicked by a shrimp and his name is Little Mac.
I got knocked...

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accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously. 
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities. 
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.

zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially....

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Mom sure loved willow switches.
Those willows never wore out,
she’d make them sing forever.
Worse, I had to pick them out.

I needed to change some things,
mom did not ask for this mess.
Time for me to grow up...

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