Celebration of Blackness

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.

THE GOSPEL TRUTH #1 AND #2 by Jackie Earley.

#1
The Gospel Truth is that
The Blacman can not be destroyed.
I sed
The blacman can not be destroyed.

He has a force, a Spirit honey
That can not be killed.

Date
Month: 
November
Day: 
10
Author name: 
Earley., Jackie

STEREO by Don L. Lee.

I can clear a beach or swimming pool without
touching water.
I can make a lunch counter become deserted
in less than an hour.
I can make property value drop by being seen
in a realtor’s tower.
I ALONE can make the word of God
have little or no meaning to many in Sunday’s morning prayer hour.
I have Power.
BLACK POWER...

Reference:
Haki

Date
Month: 
October
Day: 
14
Author name: 
Lee, Don L.

SHHHHHH… by James

SHHHhhhamed. I have been shamed by a shaded past, shackled with cool shadows that shiver the soul…my soul feels shaky. I am but a child, yet my bones are aching with sharp pains of regret and misery.

I did not create "them". I was forced to intake "them". With every pulsation, my heart aches for "them"…"them" being my memories. Everyone is concerned about his story, while my story remains a mystery. Initially, my mental peace was left puzzled, because my voice was left muzzled by this democracy.

Essentially, spiritual messages are now sent to me from my ancient family.

Date
Month: 
October
Day: 
19
Author name: 
Richardson, James

JELLY ROLL MORTON by Sybil Kein.

Winnin' boy,
if you were mine,
I'd rock you in my
cradle of careless love-
true blue love,
and let you jass me
with your sporting house,

red gravy, diamond-studded,
gambling, hot Creole
rambling, down-town
ragtime blues.
Lord Jelly, Oh Mister Jazz King,
You salty dog....

Date
Month: 
October
Day: 
20
Author name: 
Kein, Sybil

WE RAINCLOUDS by Marvin Wyche, Jr.

black people, we raincloouds
closer to the sun and full of life.
soaking up the knowledge of the earth
storing it within ourselves
moving on
to spread truth throughout the world
we black clouds.
loved and feared.
ready to explode and give new life
to a dying planet

beautiful dark clouds
casting shadows of blackness
shadows of dignity
shadows of love
giving of ourselves to promote life while
realizing our ability to destroy
raincloouds we are
nature
nature
nature
natural!!!
black people , we raincloouds closer to the sun and full of life.....

Date
Month: 
October
Day: 
25
Author name: 
Wyche, Jr, Marvin

AND I WAS NOT IMPROVED by Lerone Bennett, Jr.

Let them keep it whatever it is for whites only hides.
And smiles.
I was in the pale inn
after the writs
after the whores
after the hilariously lonely convention men
and was not improved
and wondered why anyone bothered.
I was in the mausoleum
with the corpses
and counted the bones and was sad.
I went up high and came down
and hurried home
to you and hugged the broken-glass ghetto
and was glad and wondered again
why anyone bothered.....
Reprinted by permission of Lerone Bennett, Jr.

Reference:

Date
Month: 
9
Day: 
29
Author name: 
Bennett, Jr, Lerone

WHEN I KNOW THE POWER OF MY BLACK HAND by Lance Jeffers.

I do not know the power of my hand, I do not know the power of my black hand.

I sit slumped in the conviction that I am powerless, tolerate ceilings that make me bend. My godly mind stoops, my ambition is crippled; I do not know the power of my hand.

I see my children stunted,
my young men slaughtered,
I do not know the mighty power of my hand.

I see the power of my life and death in another man’s hands and sometimes
I shake my wooly head and wonder:
Lord have mercy!

Date
Month: 
October
Day: 
2
Author name: 
Jeffers, Lance

MY BROTHERS by Haki R. Madhubuti

My brothers I will not tell you who to love or not love. I will only say to you that Black women have 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. Like loose sand in a wind storm and that the women Black are there to teach us.

No my brothers I will not tell you who to love but I will make you aware of our self hating and hurting ways. Make you aware of whose bellies you dropped from.

Date
Month: 
October
Day: 
7
Author name: 
Madhubuti, Haki R.

NEGRO WOMEN by Lewis Alexander.

The sky hangs heavy tonight
Like the hair of a Negro woman.
The scars of the moon are curved
Like the wrinkles on the brow of a Negro woman.

The stars twinkle tonight
Like the glaze in a Negro woman’s eyes,
Drinking the tears set flowing by aging hurt
Gnawing at her heart

The earth trembles tonight
Like the quiver of a Negro woman’s eye-lids cupping tears...
Copyright 1927, by Harper & Row publishers.

Date
Month: 
October
Day: 
8
Author name: 
Alexander, Lewis