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I Know My People

I KNOW MY PEOPLE.
I've seen their suffering and their tears,
Their anger and their fears.
I've seen them work amongst the mills,
In cotton and sugar fields.
Working with bleeding hands,
And refusing to give up then.
While tortured with whips and ropes,
And they still believe in hope.
I KNOW MY PEOPLE.
I've seen them laugh.
I've seen them cry.
I've seen them live.
I've seen them die.
I've seen their spirits,
And their dreams.
Their respect and self-esteem.
Their unity as one,
AMONGST A RISING SUN.
Yes!
I. KNOW. MY. PEOPLE.

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A Strong Black Man

I treat people with respect,
Went to college as was planned;
For I was always brought up
To be a strong black man.

You may lie or you may jail me,
Try to shoot me were I stand;
But I will always rise up
As a strong black man.

You may deny me my promotion
Or try to chop away my hand;
But I will always stand up
As a strong black man.

In wartime while other flee,
I will fight hand to hand.
For I will always stand up
As a strong black man.

On the tombstone as it reads
(Bravery)
With the words as it stand,
That “He had always stood up
As a strong black man.”

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A Teacher's Tribute

A summer comes,
A summer ends.
For now it’s time
when school begins.
To the pencils and pens
And papers to type.
To the coldness of winter
And students who fight.
To the teachers who
Shouts and loose their minds.
To the students who turn
From Jeckle to Hyde.
But there is one thing that
makes this place great.
The year and the day
That you graduate.
So I raise my glass and give a cheer,
“A toast to the teachers”.
For this new year.

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Grace

Is my mother coming?
Yes, she’ll be here today.
Is my brother and sister coming?
Very soon they say.
Is my father coming?
He’s not far away.
Are all who loves me coming?
My child, there will be no delay.
Is heaven very pretty?
Yes, it’s a gorgeous place.
Has he gone to sleep?
Yes, a child with all that grace.

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The Misty Lands

Far away in the misty lands,
There lived a man admired.
He got away from city life,
It was his soul desire.
He built his hut on grassy land,
Near the river bed.
And only hunted what he can,
And never over fed.
He heated his house with burning wood,
That made the winter good. 
No violence or killings too,
In his neighborhood. 
The freshness of the morning spring,
With trees and daffodils;
Blue white skies amongst those things,
Was like those fairy tales.
Far away in the misty lands, 
Is a life that some desire.
To get away from city life,
Amongst it’s stressful fires.

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Words of a dying man

Those of tomorrow
I beg you and implore
Don’t dare darken your hearts
And sit there and ignore
The wrongs of today 
And the wrongs of before.

Speak your voice out loud 
And see the facts as is
It only takes a voice 
To change the world as is.

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Do You Think You'Ll Get To Heaven

Do you think you’ll get to heaven,
For all your evil deeds?
Do you think you’ll get to heaven,
And the sky will open free?
Do you think you’ll get to heaven,
Before those gates close hard?
For heaven doesn’t accept -
Cash, checks or credit cards.

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The Night Of Halloween

Walking down a street alone;
You feel a coldness in your bones.

Leaves falling to the ground;
Behind your back a creepy sound.

Crows, owls and scary things;
Make you fear and go insane.

You walk much faster and then you run;
Begging for a rising sun.

Within your sight you can’t believe;
A nightmarish figure from your dreams.

Blood, gore and then the screams;
The Night Of Halloween.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
AH
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

“RUN”

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A Thanksgiving Holiday

Every year in November,
People gather food and timber,
To celebrate a family day,
A thanksgiving holiday.
Eating dressing, cakes and pies; 
Laughing with wide stretched eyes.
Everyone is having fun; 
Except the Turkey, who must be done.

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A Terrible Dream

Awaken in a dead of night,
I dreamt of a child dying.
While setting on my bed,
My spirit started crying.
I went back to sleep,
Not feeling very good.
While dreaming all about,
A death within my hood.