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| Malcolm X |
| 2009-04-22 12:26:57 |
Flaming Red Hair, glasses and a manly goateeKing in the making, you embodied a leader to beyour speeches were feared, your words they did not expectyou are sir, by your own terms deemed Malcolm Xin prison, you received the word and left standing tallconverting to Nation of Islam, a minister they calledfamed words you spoke, represents brilliant intellectsome brothers lack respect, sisters still subject of neglecttraveled to Mecca and Africa, nation gave an order of silenceyour life, your words profound, hushed by a gunman’s violencetravels gained new cognition, that hatred inherited no colorignorance has no race, but can force others in its path tosuffertelling what is true, can cause the untimely end of a leader’slife Kennedy who stood up too, shot down by the society’s stars and st...
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| Your Eyes Will Adjust |
| 2009-04-20 15:53:06 |
This was awesome to hear! It fed my spirit. Iyanla VanzantBuy the Book: African Heritage, American ExperienceCheck out the Poetry Blog!"Allow the spirit of Creativity, do a 360"
Akili
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| Your 'Girl' No More |
| 2009-04-15 16:23:41 |
Ray,I need to talk to you and I hope you don’t tear this one up.I need to tell you how I really feel. I try to talk to my friend’sBut they don’t understand what I mean. I just want to sayThat I don’t want to be your ‘girl’ no more. I don’t want to beDown for you. I hate what we do! I hate when I smell you.I know I tell you I like what we do and I tell you I love you.I don’t, I hate you and I hope you die. I have my whole lifeIn front of me. I am only thirteen! So don’t call me or hangAround places I go. Leave me alone!Bye.Uncle{sorry, I was a kid and didnt understand what you were going through}Buy the Book: African Heritage, American ExperienceCheck out the Poetry Blog!"Allow the spirit of Creativity, do a 360"
Akili
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| Happy Birthday, Earth |
| 2009-04-09 16:13:07 |
Its your day! We take the timeto acknowledge you, EarthOur Global beingWho gives us so muchMuch, a word not befittingO! Mother PlanetSupplying precious airThunderous are your seasLands of Ice, now Iced TeasTrees, we promise theePeaking in your madnessCoughing up smog or your tokeBeaching, the pretty landfill trinketsForest aren't for Rain! Who are We?Overconsumption, Us the overly Why, were we invited?To your birthday partyAll year long we don't careRaging, your storms of angerRumbling, volcanoes of threatSeething World, of dirty airUn-plenty, for those who need drinkFestivities of quandary's, brink?Upsetting, Mom or Mother EarthTroubled beast, depart the forestryUnhappily, extreme UnnaturallyOr, Abnormal is it now the Normally?Sorry, for were such a pooperWhy its Your Day! EarthSo Have a Happy OneNever mind, these un-thoughtful words.Buy the Book: African Heritage, American ExperienceCheck out the Poetry Blog!"Allow the spirit of Creativity, do a 360"
Akili
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| Interview with Poet - Abril Edwards |
| 2009-04-02 20:24:16 |
I received an email from someone that the world needs to know, as a poet. Over the web, I met a University of Illinois student and poet, Abril Edwards.Her spirit and mission to help everyone is so like my own, but without the achy joints in the morning. I think overall if I could predict, she will be a fierce force in the poetry world.She explained in her email that she was doing a project for poetry class and chose me as her subject. How awesome is that! Well, I thought if she can promote my cause, I want to do the same. I am so happy with that decision, because she is notable and pure, hoping to save the world with her words.Interview:What is your name or stage name?I do not have a stage name...I go by Abril which is my real nameWhat made you love poetry?I started to write when I was six...
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| Beauty Authenticity |
| 2009-03-30 01:11:48 |
Long and for very long, she evades her glass echoToo long, she ran or skip by her truth in reflectionGraceful, the ballerin- o- potamus, in a pink tutu and pearlsHow long, or was there ever a time, naught?Was there ever a time, she didn’t undress for recitals?Elegant, glides or glissades, she tips to lift her undergarmentsShe tiptoes so stylishly, in a blink she does a twirlHer parallel, wont witness her reflect, edging her whirlDeflecting her body image. Her aversion is thievery.Robbing of self love and acceptance, she was dueStopping to take the time, to ‘look at you and be!’‘Look at me and love what I see’, adoring my own reflection My Beauty Realistically, My Beauty Authenticity.Buy the Book: African Heritage, American ExperienceCheck out the Poetry Blog!"Allow the spirit of Creativity, do a 360"
Akili
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| Child ~ Slyvia Plath |
| 2009-03-24 10:06:03 |
ChildYour clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.I want to fill it with color and ducks,The zoo of the newWhose name you meditate --April snowdrop, Indian pipe,LittleStalk without wrinkle,Pool in which imagesShould be grand and classicalNot this troublousWringing of hands, this darkCeiling without a star.(Sylvia Plath)She like any mother, wanted her child to keep his innocence.It really sunk my spirits to read about her son, today. Her son, Nicolas Hughes took his life like his mother and stepmother. I love her work, because it is raw and daring, what I try to be. Her image with her head inside of the oven, symbolizes to me what it really takes to bear your soul as a poet.I love her work in that it challenges me as a poet, she wrote making no excuses or catering to nothing other t...
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| True Lamb |
| 2009-03-18 16:55:01 |
Blemished not the virgin lamb, he was innocentAppointed to replace the unleavened, within the basinReconstitute, the blood’s drip above the doorBunches of Hyssop dipped, will deliver judgmentCaptives are saved when at dawn,they kiss their first bornGone are the times of rams in the bush,priest heed not your sacrificeHis Infinite wishes to cleanse his image,those to which he gave his blessingWithin this earthly realm resides his breath of life,his creationThis Lamb, this true lamb,awaited the moment of our atonementThis vastness of love, their love for mankind,no heft in measurementTo the table the son invites,partook in bread and wine at his SupperFlesh they eat and blood they drink,this lamb offered up as the last sacrificeTo purify those with sin who puff up,to take away their maliciou...
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| Steel Birds (911 Poem) |
| 2009-03-05 15:38:29 |
The entire world’s bosom thumped as one,as eyes watched the sight of the collisionwhen Steel Birds with outstretched wingscommenced attacking cities, Americanits blue skies became the battlegroundcontrasted positions of sacred religionsfighting children of the man named, Abrahamopposing latitudes, unparalleled in traditionsUS invented, now propelled as weaponsninth month of year, day of the eleventhall trading stopped, about the ninth hourun-forecast weather, raining business letterstailored suits, unequipped with feathersdesperation’s decision, closed his breathin street’s they ran, from clouds of deathbreathed through nostrils also their lungshatred’s emit and power, in collapsed buildingsfailed to plan on resistance, by its citizensand heroes, who saw to an abrupt landingno succ...
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| Published on Associated Content |
| 2009-03-04 17:18:42 |
Crucifix CustomsThis poem is about our traditional customs concerning Easter and what it means to celebrate the holiday.http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1522589/crucifix_customs.htmlBuy the Book: African Heritage, American ExperienceCheck out the Poetry Blog!"Allow the spirit of Creativity, do a 360"
Akili
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