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POETRY......................................................................................................................................................


Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)

I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light
I am bad

I sat on the throne
drinking nectar with allah
I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
to cool my thirst
My oldest daughter is nefertiti
the tears from my birth pains
created the nile
I am a beautiful woman

I gazed on the forest and burned
out the sahara desert
with a packet of goat's meat
and a change of clothes
I crossed it in two hours
I am a gazelle so swift
so swift you can't catch me

For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son hannibal an elephant
He gave me rome for mother's day
My strength flows ever on

My son noah built new/ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
as we sailed on a soft summer day
I turned myself into myself and was
jesus
men intone my loving name
All praises All praises
I am the one who would save

I sowed diamonds in my back yard
My bowels deliver uranium
the filings from my fingernails are
semi-precious jewels
On a trip north
I caught a cold and blew
My nose giving oil to the arab world
I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
the earth as I went
The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
across three continents

I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission

I mean...I...can fly
like a bird in the sky...

By:Nikki Giovonni

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POETRY............................................................................................................................................................


Blood Rhythms - Blood Currents - Black N' Blue Stylin'

(French sugar-beet farmers, overwhelmed by mulatto competitors,
plastered Europe's cities with advertisements proclaiming: "Our
sugar is not soiled with black blood." A popular Afro-Cuban saying
is: "Sugar is made with blood," while in the South of the United
States, cane growers processed natural sugar "to get the nigger out.")

Fragrant breezes in the South
melt to melodies round small fires
mount tree limbs
with bodies black
and swayin' black n croonin'
songs of sunsets
comin' from the fields bawdy
brazen
hard to put yr finger on
like the blues
like the strum of guitars on dark damp

southern nights
hard to put your finger on
like screams in the black bloody southern soil
sweet black blood echoin' thru the evenin' service
grindin' by the roadhouse door
sweet black blood
movin' with slow breath

outta breath
young negroes run to pick up a bale of cotton
run to flee southern knights
crosses bare blazin' signals black bloods
gone runnin'
for Chicago
for the hollow
for the C.C. Rider
for the new day sweet
blocked melodies ache in young girls' throats
rip thru their lips like the road to freedom was lit
all lit up with the grace of God and
Sears Tower
the Ford plane and Pontiac's vision
all lit up sleek fires
sheddin' the haunts of poll taxes and test questions like
where is America
cost a finger
a ear
a heart
a teardrop fallin' from the saggin' front porch
to the project stairway
from the water fountain to the chain gang

the night train carried smuggled goods news
of struttin' signifyin' fellas with gold teeth
neath they feet and brawny sway for blocks and blocks
far as the eye cd see from Biloxi to Birmingham
the contraband of freedom seeped thru the swamps
the air hung heavy
with the cries of "ain't gonna let nobody turn me round"
and young boys in nice-cut suits
who was awready standin' with they heads up
awready prancin' with finesse and grand stature
like men wit eyes
don't never look down
men wit eyes burstin' wit glory
from the red sedans
and the seats in schools
to the right to set wherever they want
and when the sounds of the harmonica was slowed
by snarlin' dogs and hoses
when the washboards and bottleneck players
was skedattlin' out the bullets way
up came a roarin'
force a light blue controlled fire in un-mussed lame´
pleated silk and faces
bearin' no scars
to say "we ain't been touched"
we the sweet black fires of dreams
& of unobfuscated beauty

like the trails of freedom
the Good Lord himself lit up
we gonna take this
new city neon light
sound
volumes for milliom to hear
to love themselves
enough to turn back the pulse of a whippin' history
make it carry the modern black melody from L.A.
to downtown Newark City
freedom buses
freedom riders
freedom is the way we walk that walk
talk that talk
gotta take that charred black body out the ground
switch on the current to a new sound
to a new way of walkin' a new way of talkin'
blues

electrified
blues
boltin-the-lynchin-tree
n-tremblin-n-chirren-
blues
defyin the sound of gravity

for a people singin'
about the sashay of blood rhythms set free.

Written by Ntozake Shange





I CAN FLI

I CAN FLY
EACH NIGHT YOU DONT SEE ME
IM WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
AND THE STARS SHINE
WHERE.........
I CAN FLI....

I CAN FLY SO HIGH
THAT NO ONE CAN SEE ME IN THE SKY
IM LIKE A BIRD IN THE CLOUDS
IM LIKE A BUTTERFLY IN THE WIND
BUT .....

I CAN FLI...

I HAVE DOMINION
I HAVE POWER
I HAVE STRENGTH
NO WEAKNESS
BUT AT ANY TIME...

I CAN FLI...

I CAN FLY...OOH...I CAN FLY, FLY
SO HIGH

I CAN FLI...

BY: ASEEYAH LOUIS

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Alone
by Maya Angelou

Lying, thinking

Last night

How to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty

And bread loaf is not stone

I came up with one thing

And I don't believe I'm wrong

That nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.



There are some millionaires

With money they can't use

Their wives run round like banshees

Their children sing the blues

They've got expensive doctors

To cure their hearts of stone.

But nobody

No, nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Now if you listen closely

I'll tell you what I know

Storm clouds are gathering

The wind is gonna blow

The race of man is suffering

And I can hear the moan,

'Cause nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.




I am a Black Woman

I am a black woman
the music of my song
some sweet arpeggio of tears
is written in a minor key
and I
can be heard humming in the night
Can be heard
humming
in the night

I saw my mate leap screaming to the sea
and I/with these hands/cupped the lifebreath
from my issue in the canebrake
I lost Nat's swinging body in a rain of tears
and heard my son scream all the way from Anzio
for Peace he never knew....I
learned Da Nang and Pork Chop Hill
in anguish
Now my nostrils know the gas
and these trigger tire/d fingers
seek the softness in my warrior's beard

I am a black woman
tall as a cypress
strong
beyond all definition still
defying place
and time
and circumstance
assailed
impervious
indestructible
Look
on me and be
renewed

BY: Mari Evans

I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra
by Ishmael Reed

'The devil must be forced to reveal any such physical evil

(potions, charms, fetishes, etc.) still outside the body

and these must be burned.' (Rituale Romanum, published

1947, endorsed by the coat-of-arms and introductory

letter from Francis cardinal Spellman)





I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra,

sidewinders in the saloons of fools

bit my forehead like O

the untrustworthiness of Egyptologists

who do not know their trips. Who was that

dog-faced man? they asked, the day I rode

from town.



School marms with halitosis cannot see

the Nefertiti fake chipped on the run by slick

germans, the hawk behind Sonny Rollins' head or

the ritual beard of his axe; a longhorn winding

its bells thru the Field of Reeds.



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. I bedded

down with Isis, Lady of the Boogaloo, dove

deep down in her horny, stuck up her Wells-Far-ago

in daring midday getaway. 'Start grabbing the

blue,' I said from top of my double crown.



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Ezzard Charles

of the Chisholm Trail. Took up the bass but they

blew off my thumb. Alchemist in ringmanship but a

sucker for the right cross.



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Vamoosed from

the temple i bide my time. The price on the wanted

poster was a-going down, outlaw alias copped my stance

and moody greenhorns were making me dance;

while my mouth's

shooting iron got its chambers jammed.



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Boning-up in

the ol' West i bide my time. You should see

me pick off these tin cans whippersnappers. I

write the motown long plays for the comeback of

Osiris. Make them up when stars stare at sleeping

steer out here near the campfire. Women arrive

on the backs of goats and throw themselves on

my Bowie.



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Lord of the lash,

the Loup Garou Kid. Half breed son of Pisces and

Aquarius. I hold the souls of men in my pot. I do

the dirty boogie with scorpions. I make the bulls

keep still and was the first swinger to grape the taste.



I am a cowboy in his boat. Pope Joan of the

Ptah Ra. C/mere a minute willya doll?

Be a good girl and

bring me my Buffalo horn of black powder

bring me my headdress of black feathers

bring me my bones of Ju-Ju snake

go get my eyelids of red paint.

Hand me my shadow



I'm going into town after Set



I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra



look out Set here i come Set

to get Set to sunset Set

to unseat Set to Set down Set



usurper of the Royal couch

imposter RAdio of Moses' bush

party pooper O hater of dance

vampire outlaw of the milky way





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