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: #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?

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march thirty one: national haiku writing month, in honor of black history month

Because I fell behind with my daily postings, I have decided to put a little twist on this week. I have declared this week “Black Creativity Week” and In honor of the final week of Black History Month, I’m going to wrap up the last week of National Haiku Writing Month with some poems I previously shared with you. Enjoy!

Bonus: You get two poems

focus

to entrepreneur

is to wish upon a star

American Dream

 

and on the last day

for twenty-eight days

we celebrate history

America lives

 

thank you for reading march thirty one poetry

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march thirty one: national haiku writing month – in honor of black history month (and happy birthday daddy!)

Because I fell behind with my daily postings, I have decided to put a little twist on this week. I have declared this week “Black Creativity Week” and In honor of the final week of Black History Month, I’m going to wrap up the last week of National Haiku Writing Month with some poems I previously shared with you. Enjoy!

This particular poem happens to be in honor of my father whose birthday is today!

 

haiku for good black fathers

looking for a mate

my father laid the groundwork

will my wish come true?

thank you for reading march thirty one poetry

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march thirty one: national haiku writing month – in honor of black history month

Because I fell behind with my daily postings, I have decided to put a little twist on this week. I have declared this week “Black Creativity Week” and In honor of the final week of Black History Month, I’m going to wrap up the last week of National Haiku Writing Month with some poems I previously shared with you. Enjoy!

hair texture blues

interesting convo

he said he liked my hair straight

false identity

thank you for reading march thirty one poetry

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march thirty one: national poetry month – 30 poems in 30 days, April 11

Trayvon Martin - Million Hoodies March 2012 020

Trayvon Martin - Million Hoodies March 2012 020 (Photo credit: calvinfleming)

a haiku hymn for social justice

in light of the announcement of the final arrest of George Zimmerman, charged with 2nd degree murder for the senseless death of 17-year old Trayvon Martin, this poem is dedicated to justice.

justice is for us

keep on praying and waiting

we shall not be moved

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