The last to know. A Juneteenth Poem.

Before the day is over… A #Juneteenth poem.

the last to know.

Imagine being free,

and you didn’t know,

Imagine a new life waiting,

and you can’t live it,

Imagine the chains released from your body

but not from your mind,

and Imagine not knowing that you can walk away,

but your feet can’t take the steps…

the end…

we still have a ways to go and work to do

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Two Directors Named John

Two Directors Named John. 4/30/19

Two directors named John. In #the80s and #the90s, there were movies. One for you. One for me. Two for you, Two for me. Until there were a multitude of stories on film told from very different yet similar perspectives. #JohnHughes spoke to us about suburban white. #JohnSingleton spoke to us about black hood. Both rang true to one experience or another, while staying true to their own unique identities, impacting all youth growing up in an era of 80s yuppie prosperity, and 90s drive bys and death, leaving us wondering, whatever happened to those characters, those fictional people, who we knew all too well as real life. RIP to our innocence.

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#30daysofpoetry: Poem A Day Writing Prompt. April 1st. Theme: morning

Today kicks off National Poetry Month. It also kicks off my annual attempt to complete 30 poems this month by following the Writer’s Digest Poem A Day writing prompt challenge. Here we go!  Today’s theme: morning

Good morning 4/1/2019

Every day

I update my status with

Good morning,

Be Thankful,

Love Thy Neighbor,

Be Kind.

simple

golden rule virtues

we are taught

as children

Somehow though

In our daily engagement

When we are busy pretending

To be adults,

We lose our childlike ability

To see others

As equal in how we

Love, forgive, and grow.

We become forgetful

Home training goes

out the window

And we often

don’t remember

To treat others

As just plain humans

And so it seems

the hardest ideals to keep

Throughout the day

Are those that show

Compassion and empathy

For difference

So at the end of the day

After morning has passed away

It’s our inward reflection

That will matter and determine

How we will plan ahead

For tomorrow.

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harlem sweeties. my favorite poem. recited by Mos Def.

I was listening to NPR today and they were talking about the modern day take on poetry and they asked the panelists what was their first exposure to poetry. That got me to thinking about my first exposure to poetry and my favorite poet and poem. My absolute favorite poem on earth is a poem called Harlem Sweeties by Langston Hughes, my favorite poet.  I like it because it was my first exposure to someone actually giving homage to all of the colors of the brown rainbow that black women come in. I recently found this version of the poem being performed by the rapper Mos Def. Enjoy!

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march thirty one: #30poems30days – poetry inspired by pop culture – sports and racism

photo from Google.com

photo from Google.com

I  originally wrote this poem in 2006 and revised it in 2014.  It’s to interesting how this topic of the intersection of sports and racism continues to be a problem in American society juxtaposed against the importance of sports in the lives of American youth and our need for recreational activities.  Sports and athletic events has also become somewhat of a status symbol, afforded only by those with money to pay for front row seats at stadiums or who’s corporations can buy season tickets for it’s employees, leaving the everyday citizen to watch it on TV or forcing at home viewers to go broke investing in a “viewing package” of all football/basketball/baseball all the time just to stay caught up with the Jones’.  This issue is out of hand and the recent alleged racist rant by L.A. Clippers owner Donald Sterling only exacerbates the problem as well as opens a window into the true feelings and comfort level of many older white men in America who still own most of the land and commodities in our society.  So much to talk about, so little time….

 

A New Kind Of Strange Fruit     (2006, updated 2014)

instead of hanging from trees

we hang from

basketball hoops

and we sprint down a field

 

running and jumping

performing at tip top speed

 

all for a contract

that puts a price

on your back

 

our athletes

are treated

like servants

bouncing and throwing a ball

on a plantation

disguised as an institution

of higher education

 

trading our talents

for entertainment

and naming rights

on stadiums

alumni return to campus

to tailgate

and drink

and swap stories

about

their fortune 500 careers

and talk about

how fast that new boy

can run down the field

 

these so called students

are plucked from their hoods

promised big dreams

promised a life of

sex and groupies

only to be left with a life of

trying to maintain a scholarship

trying not to fall asleep in class

trying to prove

that they’re more than

a black buck

recruited

to fill a slot

on a team

that wins championships

only to encourage donors

to keep on digging

in their pockets

leaving players

wondering

why their coach

is treated like a king

and they are treated

like a commodity?

 

And then they get drafted

and traded

like stocks

 

traded and sold

to the highest bidder

to fill their pockets with some change

in order to fill their lives

with material goods

only to make their owners empires bigger

 

all at the expense of racial progress?

 

now tell me again

what is the difference

between sports

and the oppressive

capitalistic

institutionalized

system

we came to know as

slavery?

thank you for reading march thirty one poetry

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