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Anthony Arnold Poem
A constant companion as you grow old
But sometimes as your young
Legs back arms
It continues to wreck havoc on the body
Pain
Sometimes you hurt so bad
You feel your hair and your toenails
Just throb
And the painkillers that worked so well
No longer work. At all
Joints pop and ache
Hands no longer can open jars
You become the best weatherman in town
You start to hurt just before it rains
Fibromyalgia, rheumatoid arthritis
Osteoarthritis, osteoarthritis of the back
Hell just plain old age
Some of the things we deal with
You continue on no matter how much you hurt
No matter how bad your headaches are
You still have your constant companion
Pain
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I know why the caged bird sings
He sings to let us know
We are still here
That we will survive
I know why the caged bird sings
To tell our people
Don't let them get you down
Don't ever let them make you quit
Ever
He sings to show
The power of your heart
That no matter the pain and anguish
We will forge on
That we will cross that bridge of woe
From the day we were dropped on Plymouth rock
Until we saw Bro. Floyd and Sis. Taylor murdered
Our voices WILL continue to rise
We know why the caged bird sings
Thank you Mama Angelou
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World wars 1 and 2
The wars to end all wars
But for some, they couldn't fight for the country
Because of the color of their skin
They weren't wanted
Even though they could enlist
Segregation ran rampant
Treated like second class citizens
Not afforded the respect of soldiers
Or as men
Eugene Bullard
A pilot, not a just a negro pilot
Not wanted by his country, he flew for France
Nicknamed "Black Swallow of Death"
He did for them what he couldn't do for us
Fight for a country
The Tuskegee Airman
The 99th pursuit squadron
First African American unit deployed
The best and the brightest
The red tailed angels
Spit Fire!
The 369th Harlem Hellfighters
Racism at its worst, Blacks wanted to fight
But turned away
But as with the Airmen
They too proved their courage under fire
The 761st Tank battalion
Patton's panthers
"Don't let your people down
Hell, don't let me down"
The point of the spear
Sgt Ruben Rogers, Medal of Honor
Fighting the war on 2 fronts
On the battlefield
And at home
No matter what was done
They still weren't wanted
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With a deep breath he said,
What do you want from me
She said as she looked
With intense hazel eyes
Your soul
A kiss was given
Unlike anything he had ever experienced
He didn't know if he could survive
He didn't know if he wanted to
A stirring came from deep inside
Something that she hadn't felt in a millennium
How could this human
Stir feelings that no one else could
No one existed but them
Thunder and lightning surrounded them
To those around them
The power of the kiss
Was to powerful to ignore
As they stepped away
They knew
This was something that they couldn't ignore
This kiss
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From anywhere in Harlem you can hear it
A soulful moan that covers you like a blanket
He has been there on that corner
For as long as anyone can remember
Him and his horn
He plays music for the people
Sometimes the young ones sing along
But mostly just him and his horn
Playing for the people
Rain or shine
He's there no matter what
His little cup rattles with the change given
He doesn't play for the money
He plays for the joy
His hair is white now
His fingers not quite as nimble
But he still plays
He still makes it moan
The horn
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She was his canvas
He was her brush
She was his paper
He her pen
He wrote his words upon her heart
Words that no one else could ever say
She was the expression
Her eyes told the story
Her love showed him life
Their lives were exquisite
They were companions for life
No one could come between
The love they shared too strong
Old and grey they grew together
Their love just as strong
He her king
She his goddess
Until the end of time
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Getting old
The aches and pains more prevalent
I look back now
Family and friends
Gone
Best friends...
Taken too soon
I wonder
Why
Those who had tried to spread the word
Called home
Their voices
Silenced
Our leaders
Taken
Getting into "good trouble"
No more
For those taken
In the streets
In their homes
In the waves of compliance
My muse
My rock
My mom
No more
For all of those transitioned
For all of those lives taken
For all of those in a better place
Wish you were here
inspired by the song from Pink Floyd
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For the full healing to happen
We must first acknowledge the whole truth
156 years ago
A city, a community
Was removed from the face of the earth
Jealousy, envy
A Black man, a white woman
No one knows for sure
What we do know
Rape was yelled
A riot, no a massacre took place
30 or 300 died. Maybe
Mass graveyards made
Yet no one knows where
3 living survivors
All in the triple digits in age
We owe it to them
To get the story completely told
History that has been silenced
Must be told, and told now
Because
For the full healing to happen.....
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