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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march thirty one: #NationalPoetryMonth #ThrowbackThursday #OldSchool – Gil Scott Heron – The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Since it’s Thursday (Throw Back Thursday that is), here is one of my favorite poets and one of my favorite pieces of spoken word. It’s Gil Scott Heron’s, “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”.  #OldSchool #TBT

We lost him in May 2011, one of the pioneers of modern spoken word and performance. RIP Gil Scott Heron

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march thirty one: April is National Poetry Month – “30 Poems In 30 Days” Challenge – April 2

Trayvon Martin Protest - Sanford

Trayvon Martin Protest - Sanford (Photo credit: werthmedia)

I have to say two things to preface this post: 1) I almost forgot about the National Poetry Writing Month Challenge – 30 Poems in 30 Days so I missed April 1 and I guess April 2 serves as my first day and 2) I thought it befitting to repost this poem I wrote weeks ago about #TrayvonMartin, considering there hasn’t been an arrest yet; we definitely need to keep him in our consciousness.  So here is my attempt to keep up with the challenge. If you wish to join in, visit http://www.napowrimo.net/ for more details. Please comment and share!

A Poem For Trayvon by Kellea Tibbs

in his eyes, you can see every kid in America

you can see his hopes, his dreams, his wishes

you can see him playing with other kids his age

shooting hoops and having fun

how unfortunate

to be taken away so soon

he’s our child

he’s America’s child

not just another black child

but his untimely demise

represents us all

and if you love everything

about being an American

all of the rights

and privileges

even the option to walk down the street

free and clear of harm

or the notion that

you  might be shot down senselessly

then you WILL cry out

you SHOULD cry out

you should cry

for this beautiful child

another gone too soon

who will speak for Trayvon

who will speak for all of the parents

all of the grandparents, aunts, uncles

all of the sisters, all of the brothers

all of the cousins, all of the classmates

all of the teachers, all of the neighbors

who will miss him

we must speak up

even those of us

who didn’t even know him

but know him in our hearts

who love him

despite never meeting him

rest in peace

beautiful

c) 2012 march thirty one poetry

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