As i slumber… Im sitting in church in Birmingham Alabama Its a quiet sunday morning I never realized that in the next few minutes All hell would break loose BOOM! The church rose up from its foundation Shook as if the hand
A black man. A white woman A tryst gone wrong Rape she said Consenting adults he said Black wall street in peril I can feel the hatred flowing Hang the nigger some say I cant let this happen We wont let this
Hoping to be free No longer a slave Born to be kings Not kept like an animal Pacing around in a cage Singing songs of freedom To take the underground railroad leaving at the next full moon To the north we go
In mine she was poetry.
She was oxygen.
She was soul beautiful.
96 years ago, a travesty took place A community bombed, burned from existence They called it Greenwood, archer, and pine We called it black wall street In 12 hours, 35 blocks gone Because of a black boy, a white girl A newspaper
I have No Field of Lilies Only Cotton Flowers that Bloom When I dance Nurtured and watered by By Bloody Fingers that drip from being pricked Twirl Spin and Fly High Gravity is my Sky For I am unable to be
In Memphis Tennessee A quiet building sits History was made here Lives were changed here On a balcony A great man fell If the building could cry The blood would be its tears Frozen in time All is as it once was
April 4, 1968 An injustice was done A life erased A movement thrown into pandemonium The Lorraine hotel Quiet and unassuming Yet on its balcony A great man was killed Racism reared its head A rifle shot rang out A voice silenced
Where is our voice Where is our outrage Can it be we no longer care Can it be we no longer wish to be A voice in the darkness “The revolution will not be televised” This was our mantra Now our pens
Poetry is… Love Hate Sadness Joy Poetry is… History Revolution Slavery Poetry is… Rosewood Black wall street Watts Selma Poetry is… Emmitt till George stinney 4 little girls Poetry is… Malcolm X Dr. King Rosa Parks Medgar Evers Poetry is… Us and
They died in the name of the cause Trying to bring equality to all Men, women and children Fallen soldiers all Martin and Malcolm, the Mississippi 3 Killed to silence their voices Medgar Evers, slain in his driveway Their souls cry for
Buffalo Soldiers Buffalo soldier Fights like a cornered buffalo Will not die Possesses a curly mane like bison Furious in battle So sayeth the Native Americans From the 10th calvary to the 54th mass From Eugene Ballard to the Tuskegee airmen From