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Akua Lore Zaan Poem
I am black and I say to kindred flames...
Never assert nor cry "things are the same".
It is the height of dishonor to our fathers,
Our hidden figures of the past, and our martyrs.
We no longer must hide. No need for underground trains.
Do not keep blaming injustice. It's a crooked cane.
Wait for the hand of the oppressor? That is madness!
Why would the oppressed ask the slave owner for access?
Let's take it upon our lettered selves to advance.
So, do not say "things are the same". Now is our chance!
If one hidden figure can succeed, there are no excuses.
If one hidden figure has engineered, where are the nooses?
It is a disgrace to our history to assert "things are the same".
It is a dishonor to our hidden figures...a noose and a chain.
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Akua Lore Zaan Poem
Humanity, oh poor Humanity
You do not perceive, you are a bit molecule
In your fingers, there is no control!
Humanity, oh poor Humanity
Eternity lay poised, so conspicuous
Arrogance keeps you from bliss;
Humanity, oh poor Humanity
Purple could be your dining robe,
Mourning is the nakedness you chose
Humanity, oh poor Humanity
Turn your face to the heavens,
Raise, in turn, your Godly weapons
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Akua Lore Zaan Poem
Injustice is the legacy of man
It is the tainted ground on which he stands
Do not put your trust in earthling man
Why, he cannot wield his mundane lifespan
So what do we do with our earthy divan
This copious globe of purpose and plan
When all the media flaxen flames do fan,
And there is no trusting a robed clergyman
When half the country hates a family man
His replacement backed by the Ku Klux Klan
We cannot put our trust in earthling man
So put your faith in the Higher Helmsman
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Akua Lore Zaan Poem
Love is a flower and love is our hope
Love is the mountain cresting clouds of smoke
Love is your voice at the end of the day
Love is your text when you just say, "hey."
Love is a field of copious green
Love is your presence, when sight unseen
Love is the morn and the light through our blinds
Love is the morning our bodies entwined
Love is your fragrance, the wisp, and your glow
Love is another poem, Yeah, I know.
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Akua Lore Zaan Poem
Our shadow
Ordained by the sun
Enough!
Let us bask
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