Celebration of Blackness

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

HOW I GOT OVAH by Carolyn Rodgers.

i can tell you
about them
i have shaken rivers
out of my eyes
i have waded eyelash deep
have crossed rivers
have shaken the water weed out
of my lungs
have swam for strength
pulled by strength
through waterfalls with electric beats

i have bore the shocks
of water deep deep
waterlogs are my bones
i have shaken the water free of my hair
have kneeled on the banks
and kissed my ancestors of the dirt
whose rich dark root fingers rose up reached out
grabbed and pulled me rocked me cupped me
gentle strong and firm
carried me
made me swim for strength
cross

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Month: 
1
Day: 
26
Author name: 
Rodgers, Carolyn

MORALITY by Naomi Long Madgett

This is the surest death of all the deaths I know.
The one that halts the breath,
The one that falls with snow
Are nothing but a peace
Before the second zone,
For Aprils never cease
To resurrect their own,
And in my veins
Flows blood as old as Eve.
The smallest cell contains
Its privileged reprieve.
But vultures recognize
This single mortal thing
And watch with hungry eyes
When hope starts staggering...

Copyright 1965, reprinted by permission of Naomi Long Madgett.

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1
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28
Author name: 
Madgett, Naomi Long

THE MIDNIGHT SPECIAL by Leadbelly

Well you wake up in the morning, Hear the ding dong ring.
You go marchin’ to the table, you see the same damn thing.
Well it’s on one table, knife and fork and pan.

Date
Month: 
1
Day: 
29
Author name: 
Leadbelly,

THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS by Langston Hughes.

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers...

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Date
Month: 
2
Day: 
1
Author name: 
Hughes, Langston

AND SHE WAS BAD by Marvin Wyche, Jr.

she slid past
so fly & outtasight
that whistles didn't phase her
her strut putting roosters to shame
had a keyhole figure that would open any door
had knobs that would turn any head
she was bad jack awww she way fly

she had the brown est of eyes
matching a smooth ebony complexion
glimpsed now and then
through tons of cream-style makeup
her dress was mini's mammy revealed beaucoup booty
and her stockings changed colors every five miles.

Date
Month: 
1
Day: 
9
Author name: 
Wyche, Jr, Marvin

FOUR SHEETS TO THE WIND AND A ONE-WAY TICKET TO FRANCE, 1993 by Conrad Kent Rivers.

As a Black Child I was a dreamer
I brought a red scarf and women told me how
Beautiful it looked.

Date
Month: 
1
Day: 
11
Author name: 
Rivers, Conrad Kent

I, TOO, SING AMERICA by Langston Hughes.

I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,” then.
Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed-
I, too, am America...

Copyright 1926, by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc.

Reference:
Langston Hughes

Date
Month: 
December
Day: 
31
Author name: 
Hughes, Langston

STILL I RISE by Maya Angelou.

You may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom?
Cause I walk like I've got oil wells pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, with certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high, still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops, weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard,

Date
Month: 
January
Day: 
4
Author name: 
Angelou, Maya

EDUCATION by Don L. Lee.

I had a good teacher,
He taught me everything I know
how to lie,
cheat, and how to strike the softest blow.
My teacher thought himself to be wise and right
He taught me things most people consider nice;
such as to pray,
smile, and how not to fight.
My teacher taught me other things too,
Things that I will be forever looking at;
how to berate,
segregate, and how to be inferior without hate.
My teacher's wisdom forever grow,
He taught me things every child will know;
how to steal,
appeal, and accept most things against my will.
All these acts take as facts,
The mistake

Date
Month: 
1
Day: 
6
Author name: 
Lee, Don L.