Rituals: Music, Dance, Sports

THEY CANNOT TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES

Our tobacco they plant, and our cotton they pick, And our rice they can harvest and thrash;
They feed us in health, and they tnurse us when sick, And they earn—while we pocket—our cash.

They lead us when young, and they help us when old, And their toil loads our tables and shelves;
But they're "niggers"; and therefore (the truth must be told) They cannot take care of themselves.

Date
Month: 
January
Day: 
1
Author name: 
Reverend John Pierpont

HIP HOP CHAZAL by Patricia Smith.

Gotta love
us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips,

decked out
in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips.

As the
jukebox teases, watch my sistas throat the heartbreak,

inhaling
bassline, cracking backbone and singing thru hips.

Like
something boneless, we glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards,

wrapping
around the hims, and ooh wee, clinging like glue hips.

Engines
grinding, rotating, smokin', gotta pull back some.

Natural
minds are lost at the mere sight of ringing true hips.

Gotta love

Date
Month: 
September
Day: 
19
Author name: 
Smith, Patricia

HERE COMES THE JUDGE by Pigmeat Markham

*Hear ye, hear ye
This court is now in session
His Honor, Judge Pigmeat Markham presidin
Hear ye, hear ye, the court of swing
It's just about ready to do that thing
I don't want no tears, I don't want no lies
Above all, I don't want no alibis
This Judge is hip, and that ain't all
He'll give you time if you're big or small
All in line for this court is neat
Peace brother, here comes the Judge
Here comes the Judge
Everybody knows that he is the judge

Everybody near or far
I'm goin' to Paris to stop this war
All those kids gotta listen to me
Because I am the judge and you can pl

Date
Month: 
4
Day: 
18
Author name: 
Markham, Pigmeat

“ROSA PARKS” by OutKast

Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk

Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family
Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way
We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave
A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya
Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brough

Date
Month: 
October
Day: 
13
Author name: 
OutKast,

Death by Basketball by Frank X. Walker

Before and after school
he stood
on a milk crate
eyeballed the mirror
and only saw wayne turner
at tournament time

a third grader
just off the bus
barely four feet
off the ground
he dropped his books
sank a j’
from the top of the key
and heard the crowd roar
beat his man off the dribble
with a break yaneck
crossover
and slammed himself
on the cover of a box
of wheaties

he was out there
every night
under a street light
fighting through double picks
talking trash
to imaginary body checks
‘you can’t hold me fool’
fake right
‘this is my p

Date
Month: 
6
Day: 
11
Author name: 
Walker, Frank X.

I’M YOUR HOOCHIE COOCHIE MAN by Willie Dixon.

The gypsy woman told my mother before I was born,
“You got a boy child comin’, gonna be a son of a gun”.
Gonna make pretty women jump and shout, then the world gonna know what it’s all about.
I’m him everybody knows I’m him.
I’m the hoochie coochie man, Everybody knows I’m him, I him.

I got a black cat bone; I got a mojo too,
I got the Johnny conkeroo, I’m gonna mess with you.
I’m gonna make you girls lead me by the hand,
Then the worlds gonna know, I’m that hoochie coochie man.
I’m him everybody knows I’m him.

Date
Month: 
7
Day: 
1
Author name: 
Dixon, Willie

Life-Long, Poor Browning by Anne Spencer.

Life-long, poor Browning never knew Virginia,
Or he'd not grieved in Florence for April sallies
Back to English gardens after Euclid's linear:
Clipt yews, Pomander Walks, and preached alleys;

Primroses, prim indeed, in quiet ordered hedges,
Waterways, soberly, sedately enchanneled,
No thin riotous blade even among the sedges,
All the wild country-side tamely impaneled . .

Date
Month: 
2
Day: 
6
Author name: 
Spencer, Anne

THE BALLAD OF CASEY JONES by Wallace Saunders.

“Come, all you rounders, if you want to hear
The story told of a brave engineer;
Casey Jones was the rounder’s name,
A high right-wheeler of mighty fame.”
Of mighty fame, of mighty fame,
A high right-wheeler of mighty fame.
Casey pulled into the Memphis yard
Fed up, beat down and dog tired,
Another driver had called in sick,
Asking Casey to do a double trick.
Casey smiled, said, “I’m feelin’ fine,
Gonna ride that train to the end of the line.
There’s ridges and bridges, and hills to climb,
Got a head of steam and ahead of time.”
Ahead of time, ahead of time.

Date
Month: 
4
Day: 
30
Author name: 
Saunders, Wallace

THE BANJO PLAYER by Fenton Johnson.

There is music in me, the music of a peasant people.
I wander through the levee, picking my banjo and singing my songs of the cabin and the field.
At last chance saloon I am as welcome as the Violets in March; there is always food and drink for me there, and the dimes of those who love honest music.
Behind the railroad tracks the little children clap their hands and love me as they love Kris Kringle.
But I fear that I am a failure.
Last night a woman called me a troubadour.
What is a troubadour?

Date
Month: 
6
Day: 
13
Author name: 
Johnson, Fenton

TAKE MY HAND PRECIOUS LORD by Thomas A. Dorsey.

Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn.
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light,
Take my hand, precious Lord, Lead me home.

When my way grow drear,
Precious Lord, linger near.
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall.
Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I stand,
Guide my feet, hold my hand.
Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home....

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Date
Month: 
6
Day: 
14
Author name: 
Dorsey, Thomas A.