Sharecropper Poems - Poems about Sharecropper

...WEE WILLIE BO By Tony Adamo... In the heart of the Delta, where the Mississippi flows, Wee Willie Bo, a soulful storyteller, arose. Twelve-bar phrases, a blues rhythm so fine, Blue notes whisper ......

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...Carry the weight of the world you, a sharecropper in lonesome field plowing along in the expanse hoping and praying your daily yield. 'It's too much to bear, it isn't fair' restful thoughts h......

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...The revered Reverend Martin Luther King Junior Born January fifteenth nineteen twenty nine if still alive seven years shy attaining age of centenarian father of civil rights movement, the rev......

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...Thru an opened bedroom (albeit screened) window... Accessible twenty four hours a day seven days a week, fifty two weeks a year. Spring 2022 Curtain call at Highland Manor Apartments unit b4......

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...(at risk of life and limb) against scourge of racial prejudice courtesy of sharecropper grandparents whose objection to racial segregation based on an affront to the will of God, whereby the you......

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... Final Tribute (for the Last Caesar) Give the annual percentile amount of your iron-copper gathering The yearly brow liquidity is required by the silver arm of vexation Hemogl......

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...Five score minus eight years ago January eighteenth two thousand twenty one father of civil rights movement the revered Martin Luther King Junior honored as benevolent demigod figure to the oppr......

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... Steal away the idol children Work ‘em to death, give them no pay Carry their cries on a plaintive wind Pilfer their graven image mind Then fill it with empty thoughts of cas......

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...Sing me a old down-home song; Sing to me some blues. Syncopate the drums, sing loud and long. Sing to me some blues. Tell of people, from a homeland ripped, Packed like sardines, cross the ocean......

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...Death and birth are equally common. Yet death did not seem a reality until I was at least twenty three. I lost Big Daddy first; His world was a simple farming life son of a sharecropper. Big and ......

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