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Crows Only Pick At the Best Fruit

(A Co-worker)

Stop hatin' on me you ole crow,
Why don't you give me what you owe-
Me and that is respect you old coot,
Don't you know that I know that crows
Only pick at the best fruit,
It's as if you can see my future better than I can,
That is why you are acting like a twisted fan,
All out of control and down right vindictive,
Usually that kind of behavior is indicative,
Of someone who is jealous hearted and bitter,
Misery loves company and baby sitters,
I wish you would quit slandering my name,
You have had your fifteen minutes of fame,
Stop hatin' on me you ole coot,
Don't you know that I know that crows 
Only pick at the best fruit.

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Thank Heaven For Little Girls

(To The Memories of Jon Benet Ramsey, Sherrice Iverson and Ryan Harris)

Sometimes I reach down to hold your tiny hand
And I come up feeling powerless and helpless and
Unable to understand, why I will never see you
Playing in a schoolyard, backyard or
Playground because someone decided to take 
What the world had found:

Three beautiful little girls,
With ponytails and bright faces
Whose pictures and stories have
Turned up in so many places
To tell stories of torture and abuse
To show the world that you refuse 
To die down and disappear
Because if you do I fear
That no little girl will be able to play alone
Without the benefit of a bodyguard or chaperone

Increasingly, day after, day, I wake up
In the morning and I hear in the news that
Another little life has been taken by a crazed 
maniac
I then immediately think of my precious 
7-year-old and quickly react:

I say dear God, sometimes
I reach down to hold her tiny 
Hand, and I still come up feeling 
Powerless and helpless and unable to
Understand why I must never let go of
Of her hand... But God, I still thank 
Heaven for little girls.

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My Black History Poem

I want to lead you to safety like Harriet Tubman,
While we are on our way,
I want to stop traffic like Garrett Morgan,
Before we get there, 
I want to right all wrongs like Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall,
While we are here I want to ensure that our minds and spirits are in the 
right place and then we will get our hearts pumping like Dr. Daniel Hale Williams,
So that we can run through fields of gold like Jesse and Wilma,
And dance to the beat of a thousand drums like Katherine 
Dunham and Josephine Baker,
I want to be the first up to bat like Jackie and Hank,
I want to resound through your ears and your memory bank,
Like Mahalia, Marion and Billie,
I want to fight battles like Muhammad and Joe,
I want to take a stand so that others may sit in comfort,
Like Ida and Rosa,
I want to give of my time, life, heart, mind, body and soul so that future generations
won't have to sit in the dark and sit on the sidelines like
Martin and Malcolm,
I want to soar through the bluest of skies like the
courageous Tuskegee airmen and Dr. Mae Jemison,
I want to be the first beauty you recognize like Vanessa Williams,
I want to undermine and backhand stereotypes like Althea, Venus
and Serena Williams,
I want to paint broad presidential brush strokes of the 
the First Lady and her beau with hues of justice like Simmie
I want to act like kings and queens like Harry,
Sidney, Lena and Cicely,
I want to live on through the pages of your memory,
Like Maya, Zora, Lorraine, Langston and James,
can't you see?

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Cooley High In Reverse

Cooley High In Reverse 

Sometimes I watch the 1970's movie
Cooley High in reverse,
The reason being that the ending is
the worse,
I figure if I view it backwards, the main 
character Cochise can rise up and be with
his friends...
Preach and Pooter and the boys could all have
Fun cutting classes and joy riding and throwing
caution to the wind,
The guys could all go to sock hops, prom and 
graduate,
They'd stand on the corner and sing and drink
Cheap wine and never meet such a twisted fate,
Their teacher, Mr. Mason wouldn't have wasted his breath
or his time,
Preach's girlfriend, Brenda wouldn't have fallen for a line -
Of poetry and pure high school testosterone, 
And the two villains, Robert and Stone 
Could slide back into their holes and no one would know
where they are,
And the world wouldn't lose another ghetto super 
star,
Cochise could get his basketball scholarship
to college and go on to make Chicago proud,
He'd be ranked up there with Michael Jordan,
somewhere in the clouds,

But I am dreamer...

Yep, sometimes, I watch Cooley High in reverse because
I'd rather see Cochise having fun than lying
in a hearse.

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Spoken Word Is Poetry's Fiesty Cousin

All My Spoken Word Lovers

I think Spoken Word is Poetry's fiesty cousin
At first I didn't want to believe it but it was in --
The arch of her lips and the tone of her soul
She is the cipher for words that are lively and bold
She speaks to all that will listen to the sound of her voice
She grabs your attention she wants to be your choice
Spoken word often tells Poetry to get up off the page and dance
But Poetry tells Spoken Word that she is a simple girl she is not that advanced
She'd rather lie down and have people smile at her in pure delight
Poetry also tells Spoken Word, "Sometimes in the translation the audience may lose sight,
Of the point that you are trying to make", 
Then Spoken Word said to Poetry, "For goodness sake",
That is absolutely absurd,
Because I have people hanging on to my every word,
And why are you so worried about what people think
Don't you know that I am on the brink,
Of something powerful and strong,
That will have millions of people singing my song."
I kind of agree with Spoken Word
Though I do love Poetry to death,
Poetry is in my soul
But Spoken Word is in my every breath.

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Luther

So grateful to have lived during your 
lifetime,
I wasn't born when the great Sam Cooke was in 
his prime,
But I know that he is gazing down from above,
Smiling at you because you're holding the torch
like hand in glove,
Singing love songs that sincerely touch people
from beginning to end,
Luther, your talent is the 8th wonder of the world,
truly a god send.
As a teen, I would sit in my room and play your
album, Forever, For Always, For Love
for hours upon hours,
Absolutely captivated by your interpretation and 
vocal power,
I heard "Any Love" just the other day, 
Your delivery upon the first note still blows me away,
You are in the category with Smokey Robinson
and Stevie Wonder,
When you sang, "Wait For Love"
I really believed and waited,
When you sang, "I'm Only Human" 
I was totally inundated
By your sensitivity,
No one can hold a candle to your rendition of any
love ballad,
You are the icing on the cake, the tomato in the salad!
You are a great writer, producer, and singer, no one
can ever place you under,
Any kind of microscope or 
label,
I am praying that one day you are able,
To delight us again with your gift of song,
I miss your creativity and I long, 
To see you in concert 
again,
You are a singers' singer,
A microphones greatest
friend.
Luv you Luther!

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A Mother For All Seasons (For Mary Thompson)

She is a mother for all seasons
A caretaker
A bread baker
A bed maker
Undertaking each duty with love and care.
She was there for us in the beginning 
And in our hearts she will always be 
there.
She is a mother for all seasons.
She is a bestfriend
A God send
An intricate stitch woven into the fabric
Which holds our family together allowing
Us to blend.
She is a mother for all seasons.
She is the single candle flickering in the living 
Room window anchoring us home with her light,.
She is the warmth of a fireplace on a 
Blistery January Chicago night.
She is a mother for all seasons.
She is the sun, the wind, the rain and the 
Soil from Mother Earth.
She is a mother for all seasons and to us
Thank God she gave birth.

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News Flash Buck Wheat Has Been Shot!!

Turn on the local television station
Because BUCKWHEAT has been SHOT!
Turn to CNN if that is all that you got!
Turn on the radio and they will announce
The same thing,
BUCKWHEAT has been SHOT the airwaves sing!
Read the local paper looking for an update,
It reads BUCKWHEAT has suffered an awful
fate!
Talk to your friends and they will repeat
BUCKWHEAT has been SHOT down to his feet!
Go and surf the Internet, 
Tell me if you don't read that BUCKWHEAT'S 
Chest has gotten WET!
We are so inundated with terrible news,
All of the so called updates are only a ruse.
We interrupt this program to tell you,
BUCKWHEAT HAS BEEN SHOT!!!!
We haven't found his killer 
We are just stirring up the pot!


Ode To Saturday Night Live

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You Can'T Win... (For Pres. Obama)

World famous runners will tell you the first rule of 
track:
Which is you can’t win a race if you’re looking back.
You can ‘t win a race if you are not focused and 
disciplined,
You can't get to Heaven if you continue to sin.
You can't win a race if you don't sweep around your own front door,
You can't win a race if you are always finger pointing and taking score.
Just take a note from President Obama’s 2008 campaign, 
You will see that he never looked back and refrained, 
From dousing his opponents with equal doses of venom,
He just relied on the intelligence and talent within 
him.
He didn’t wince when they called him a rock star and 
inexperienced,
That is why they have been calling him commander in 
chief ever since! 
You can't win a race by playing the race card,
You can't win a race by being a cartoon drawing 
retard!
So my friends if you have learned anything today:
It is that you certainly can’t win a race if you are 
looking back,
World class runners will tell you that it’s the 
first rule of track.

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You Can'T Win a Race

You Can’t Win A Race

World famous runners will tell you the first rule of track

And that is you can’t win a race if you’re looking back

You can ‘t win a race if you are not focused and disciplined

Just as in the game of life you can’t get to Heaven if you continue to sin

You can’t throw rocks and dirt on others and then hide your hands

You can’t go to a ball game and boo both teams and remain in the stands

You can’t win a race by trying to embarrass and distract others

You can’t win a race by staying in the bed and not lifting the covers

You can’t win a race if you don’t sweep around your own front door

You can’t win a race if you are always finger pointing and taking score

Just take a note from President Obama’s 2008 campaign 

You will see that he never looked back and refrained 

From dousing his opponents with equal doses of venom

He just relied on the intelligence and talent within him

He didn’t wince when they called him a rock star and inexperienced

That is why they have been calling him commander and chief ever since 

So my friends if you have learned anything today:

It is that you certainly can’t win a race if you are looking back

World famous runners will tell you that it's the first rule of track