Celebration of Blackness

HAIKU by Lenard D. Moore

Sipping the new tea
his wrinkled face absorbs steam…
the smell of roses
Summer evening sun;
a row of tombs-their shadows
reaching the ditchbank
a black woman
breastfeeding her infant-
the autumn moon
Winter stillness-
old barn’s splintered remnants caught
in a crescent moon....

Date
Month: 
3
Day: 
9
Author name: 
Moore, Lenard D.

SPANISH CONVERSATION by E. Ethelbert Miller.

In Cuba
a dark skin woman ask me
if I’m from Angola
I try to explain in the no Spanish I know
that I am American
she finds this difficult to believe
at times I do too....

Date
Month: 
3
Day: 
3
Author name: 
Miller, E. Ethelbert

THE BLACK FINGER by Angelina Weld Grimke'.

I have just seen a most beautiful thing
Slim and still
Against a gold, gold sky,
A straight black cypress,
Sensitive,
Exquisite,
A black finger
Pointing upwards.
Why, beautiful still finger, are you black?
And why are you pointing upwards?

Reference: Angelina Grimke

Date
Month: 
2
Day: 
28
Author name: 
Grimke', Angelina Weld

KA ‘BA by Amiri Baraka.

A closed window looks down on a dirty courtyard, and black people call across or scream across or walk across defying physics in the stream of their will.

Our world is full of sound. Our world is more lovely than anyone’s tho we suffer, and kill each other and sometimes fail to walk the air.

We are beautiful people with African imaginations full of mask and dances and swelling chants with African eyes and noses and arms though we sprawl in gray chains in a place full of winters, when what we want is sun.

We have been captured, brothers.

Date
Month: 
3
Day: 
5
Author name: 
Baraka, Amiri (LeRoi Jones)

Last Instructions by Garth Tate.

And when I die,
when this old spirit
spurs into God’s
unseen air don’t shed
one tear,
sisters and brothers instead
rejoice with song and prayer;
paint landscapes of heaven
for the eyes of our children
please don’t grieve
my departure, friends
for we shall meet again
in time...

I’ll be watching and waiting
your time...

Date
Month: 
3
Day: 
12
Author name: 
Tate, Garth

THE SONG OF THE SMOKE by William Edward Burghardt Du Bois.

I am the smoke king, I am black. I am swinging in the sky. I am ringing worlds on high: I am the thought of the throbbing mills, I am the soul of the soul toil kills, I am the ripple of trading rills, Up I'm curling from the sod, I am whirling home to God. I am the smoke king, I am black.

I am the smoke king, I am black.

Date
Month: 
2
Day: 
23
Author name: 
Du Bois, William Edward Burghardt

WEEKSVILLE WOMEN by Elouise Loftin.

old Black ladies carryin shopping bags full of more memories and dreams gap their legs on buses and say things like "dont God work in mysterious ways, baby sweety, yours is just startin, sugar"
old Black ladies with wise written on their faces youth & future written in their eyes spread wide open up to me stretch out their feet cast down on their legs and adjust their veins like road maps they say where they got on when they got to leave and fan fan fan, they got so much to be hot about.

Old women will not enter Paradise: they will be made young and beautiful first.-The Prop

Date
Month: 
2
Day: 
24
Author name: 
Loftin, Elouise

THE SEA-TURTLE AND THE SHARK by Melvin B. Tolson.

Strange but true is the story
of the sea-turtle and the shark- the instinctive drive of the weak to survive in the oceanic dark.
Driven,
riven by hunger from abyss to shoal, sometime the shark swallows the sea-turtle whole.
The sly reptilian marine
withdraw, into the shell of his undersea craft,
his leathery head and the rapacious claws
that can rip a rhinoceros' hide or strip a crocodile to fare-thee-well;
now inside the shark,
the sea-turtle begins the churning seesaw
of his decent into pelagic hell;
then…then with ravenous jaws that cut sheet steel scrap,
the sea-turt

Date
Month: 
2
Day: 
5
Author name: 
Tolson, Melvin B.

GET UP, STAND UP by Bob Marley.

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Preacher-man, don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you don't know
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights.

Date
Month: 
2
Day: 
6
Author name: 
Marley, Bob

ADMONITIONS by Lucille Clifton.

boys
I don't promise you nothing
but this
what you pawn
I will redeem
what you steal
I wil conceal
my private silence to
your public guilt
is all I got

girls
first time a white man
opens his fly
like a good thing
we'll just laugh
laugh real loud my
black women

children
when they ask you
why your mama so funny
say
she is a poet
she don't have no sense...

From Good Times Copyright 1969 by Lucille Clifton.

Reference:
Lucille Clifton

Date
Month: 
2
Day: 
15
Author name: 
Clifton, Lucille