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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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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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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.

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What Is a Rose But a Rose

What is a rose but a rose?
What is life but life?
All that seemed or told,
Is sometimes not precise.
The present determines the future.
The present becomes the past.
Nothing last forever
And time will always pass.
The young will build the new
And the old, well I suppose.
But the question still remains,
What is a rose but a rose?

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If I Had Not Went To War

If I had not went to war,
I would been a farmer man.
Feeding cows, pigs and horses;
And working on my land.
If I had not went to war,
I would raise a family too.
Resting on my couch,
With nothing else to do.
If I had not went to war,
My enemy could been my friend,
No guns, no knives, no weapons;
But comrades to the end.
If I had not went to war,
And all others just the same,
Life may been so peaceful,
And death may never came.