Celebration of Blackness

THE ROACH by John Raven.

A roach
came stuttin
across my bedroom
floor,
like it was beyond
reproach,
or was
some sexy-lookin
whore,
and if I hadn’t
snuffed it,
left it
alive,
I know it would’ve
come right up
and gave me
five!!!!!!!

Date
Month: 
5
Day: 
10
Author name: 
Raven, John

NEGRITUDE by James Emanuel

Black is the first nail I ever stepped on;
Black the hand that dried my tears.

Black is the first old man I ever noticed;
Black the burden of his years.

Black is waiting in the darkness;
Black the ground where hoods have lain.
Black is the sorrow-misted story;
Black the brotherhood of pain.

Black is quiet iron door;
Black the path that leads behind.
Black is a detour through the year;
Black the diary of the mind.

Black is Gabriel Prosser’s knuckles;
Black Sojourner’s naked breast.
Black is a schoolgirl’s breathless mother;
Black her child who led the rest.

Black is th

Date
Month: 
5
Day: 
16
Author name: 
Emanuel, James

TO ANITA by Sonia Sanchez.

High/yellow/black girl waken like the sun u be.
Move on even higher, those who laugh at yo/color have not moved
to the blackness we be about cuz as Curtis Mayfield be sayen
we people be darker than blue and quite a few of us yellow
all soul/shades of blackness. Yeah. High yellow/black/girl
walk yo/black/song cuz some of us be hearen yo/sweet/music....

Date
Month: 
4
Day: 
13
Author name: 
Sanchez, Sonia

THE REVOLUTIONARY by Alvin Aubert.

He is bound to make something happen he is not quite sure what but he is determined he flits from flower to flower he has more legs than a hive of bees he takes everything out of them leaving them for dead.

It will be a long time before anything happen. In the meantime he plies his adversary’s craft on whomever is at hand and is useful to him in that way, being bound as he is to making something happen something worthy of himself almost anything.....

Date
Month: 
4
Day: 
14
Author name: 
Aubert, Alvin

Roots by Charlotte Watson Sherman

I am sorry you are
proud of the man
who raped your
great-great-great
grandmother and left
your hair good.
Please, this is not
envy it is sorrow
for the long road
we must travel
to be sisters. My
lineage can be traced
through the roots
of my hair to
Nairobi. Do not
try to make me
ashamed of this f
act, sorry my hair
grows in dry tight
cottonfields on my
head and will not
fly in the wind
like to woman I am not....

Date
Month: 
4
Day: 
21
Author name: 
Sherman, Charlotte Watson

PHENOMENAL WOMAN by Maya Angelou.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion models size. But when I start to tell them, they think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that's me.

Date
Month: 
January
Day: 
19
Author name: 
Angelou, Maya

ST. HELENA ISLAND by Tom Dent.

Slaves are said to have worked hard & long on this island
Sunup to sundown & beyond Sundays & Christmas off
Two clothes a year are memories bestowed to old Penn School.

Nearby expressionless summer homes of early plantation owners sit observing the bay
The stately museums of Beaufort the arsenals and ports of the English
Built above Native remains: the romance of American history.

Sand blows across the island from ocean beaches.

Date
Month: 
3
Day: 
29
Author name: 
Dent, Tom

YOUNITED WE STAND by Kweisi.

YOUnited we stand, YOUnited we phall, but you steel phall 2 your knees 2 Live because you are afraid 2 make a stand Like Hodges, 2 give yourself, phamily, and community tha opportunity for rebirth in self you refuse 2 draw tha chalk line around self, wanting more worldly wealth, I am tha brother Like stealth 2 be tha sakrafice of tha BLAKMAN’s double destiny goin’ into tha twenty-phirst century 2 awaken every BLAKMAN and BLAKWOMAN in tha world.

I am, YOU are tha BLAK pearl that has withstood that pressures phrom amerikkka at tha bottom of tha sea, phrom Oregon 2 tha sea in D.C.

Date
Month: 
4
Day: 
3
Author name: 
Kweisi,

BE NOBODY’S DARLING (for Julius Lester) by Alice Walker.

*Be nobody’s darling;
Be an outcast.
Take the contradictions
Of your life
And wrap around
You like a shawl,
To parry stones
To keep you warm.
Watch the people succumb
To madness
With ample cheer;
Let them look askance at you
And you askance reply.

Be an outcast;
Be pleased to walk alone
(Uncool)
or line the crowded
river beds
with other impetuous
Fools.

Make a merry gathering
O the bank
Where thousands perished
For brave hurt words
They said.

Be nobody’s darling;
Be an outcast.
Qualified to live
Among your dead......

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Date
Month: 
4
Day: 
5
Author name: 
Walker, Alice

THE BLACK CHRIST (to bible reading Eskimos). by Haki R. Madhubuti.

without a doubt
rome did the whi
te thing when it
killed christ.
It has been proven
that j.c. was non-whi
te in the darkest
way possible black ink on whi
te paper
contradictions
from the west
ern cowBoys with two guns & music
written on paper with
black lines.
it makes mary in-
too a first class
whore
john the bas
tard on
ly got people
wet
the cat
holic church cried
all the way to the
bank.

Date
Month: 
December
Day: 
25
Author name: 
Madhubuti, Haki R.