Celebration of Blackness

WE DO NOT LOVE OUR OWN by Haki R. Madhubuti.

My brothers I will not tell you what to love or not love
I will only say to you that black women hove not been loved enough.

I will say to you that we are at war & that black men in America are being removed from the earth.

Date
Month: 
December
Day: 
13
Author name: 
Madhubuti, Haki R.

TWO JAZZ POEMS by Carl Wendell Hines Jr.

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Yeah here am I am standing at the crest of a tallest hill with a trumpet in my hand & dark glasses on.
Bearded & bereted I proudly stand! but there are no eyes to see me. I send down cool sounds! but there are no ears to hear me. My lips they quiver in aether-emptiness! there are no hearts to love me.
Surely though through night's gray fog mist of delusion & dream & the rivers of tears that flow like gelatin soul-juice some apathetic bearer of paranoid-ic peyote vision (or some other source of inspiration) shall hear the song I play.

Date
Month: 
December
Day: 
17
Author name: 
Hines Jr, Carl Wendell

A NEGRO IN IT by Lena Mason

In the last civil war,
The white folks, they began it,
But before it could close,
The Negro had to be in it.
At the battle of San Juan hill,
The rough-riders they began it;
But before victory could be won
The Negro had to be in it.

The Negro shot the Spaniard from the tree,
And never did regret it;
The rough-riders would have been dead to-day
Had the he Negro not been in it.

To Buffalo, McKinley went,
To welcome people in it;
The prayer was prayed, the speech made,
The Negro, he was in it.

Date
Month: 
9
Day: 
4
Author name: 
Mason, Lena

LAST NOTE TO MY GIRLS (for sid, rica, gilly and neen) by Lucille Clifton.

my girls
my girls
my almost me
mellowed in a brown bag
held tight and straining at the top
like a good lunch
until the bag turned weak and wet
and burst in our honeymoon rooms.
we wiped the mess and
dressed you in our name
and here you are
my girls
my girls
forty quick fingers
reaching for the door.

Date
Month: 
December
Day: 
20
Author name: 
Clifton, Lucille

A MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM IN VERSE by Benjamin Banneker.

A Cooper and Vinter sat down for a talk,
Both being so groggy, that neither could walk,
Says Cooper to Vinter, "I'm the first of my trade,
There's no kind of vessel, but what I have made,
And of any shape, Sir-just what you will-and of any size, Sir-from a ton to a gill!"
"Then," says the Vinter, "you're the man for me,-
Make me a vessel, if we can agree.
The top and the bottom diameter define,
To bear that proportion as fifteen to nine,
Thirty-five inches are just what I crave,
No more and no less, in the depth, will I have;
Just thirty-nine gallons this vessel must hold,-
Then I

Date
Month: 
December
Day: 
29
Author name: 
Banneker, Benjamin

HARLEM SOUND: HALLELUJAH CORNER by William Browne.

Cymbals clash, and in this scene of annulled jazz,
gay stepping stompers roll in shouting
"Hallelujah" at a deposed "Spirit" until like a mimic-child,
it rages, stumbles, and lies exhausted strung like Jesus.

The honky-tonk riffs, runs, and breaks,
are superimposed on the sounds of weeping amen's.
The mandrill sounds of tuba snorts,
coned by applauding tambourines;
laugh at the banjo-dance of amen-women
shouting at the boogie-woogie voice of God.....

Date
Month: 
November
Day: 
29
Author name: 
Browne, William

POPSICLE COLD and CLAIRVOYANCE by Norman Jordan.

Popsicle Cold
Now
that the story has moved
out of the headlines
the widow of the dead
black hero stands alone
at the public market
purchasing polluted pork
with government food stamps…..

Clairvoyance
City birds
fly in small bunches
on Sunday morning
as if they knew
what happened the night before...

From destination ashes by Norman Jordan.

Date
Month: 
December
Day: 
2
Author name: 
Jordan, Norman

LEGACY: MY SOUTH by Dudley Randall.

What desperate nightmare rapts me to this land
Lit by a bloody moon, red on the hills,
Red in the valley's, Why am I compelled
To tread again where buried feet have trod,
The shed my tears where blood and tears have flowed?
Compulsion of the blood and the moon
Transports me. I was molded from this clay
My blood must ransom all the blood shed here,
My tears redeem the tears. Cripples and monsters
Are here.

Date
Month: 
December
Day: 
6
Author name: 
Randall, Dudley

MY MIND TO ME IS A KINGDOM by Albert McClure.

My mind to me is a Kingdom
unlimited in its scope,
For in it can be found the realm
of Fear - of Joy - of Hope.

And in it can be found the towns
experience has built.
Each ruled by some powerful King
of Righteousness or Guilt.

Along the roads that run its breadth
some caravan always wends its way,
A wish - a word - a new idea - some new sensations of the day
that travels swiftly to its port.

And many times in my domain
some furious battle will be waged,
the fight of those base passions
that turn all men in rage.

My mind to me is a Kingdom
unlimited in its sc

Date
Month: 
December
Day: 
9
Author name: 
McClure, Albert

MCDONOGH DAY IN NEW ORLEANS by Marcus B. Christian.

The cotton blouse you wear, your mother said,
After a day of toil, "I guess I'll buy it";
For ribbons on your head and blouse she paid
Two-bits a yard-as if you would deny it!

And nights, after a day of kitchen toil,
She stitched your re-made skirt of serge-once blue-
Weary of eye, beneath a lamp of oil:
McDonogh would be proud of her and you.

Next, came white "creepers" and white stockings, too-
They almost asked her blood when they were sold;
Like some dark princess, to the school go you,
With blue larkspur and yellow marigold;
But few would know-or even guess this fact:
How

Date
Month: 
November
Day: 
5
Author name: 
Christian, Marcus B.