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Did you know John Hanson was the first President of The United States and that he was black? Do you know what year President Lyndon B. Johnson signed The Civil Rights Act? Blacks invented peanut butter, the pencil sharpener and the refrigerator. Blacks also invented the clothes dryer, the traffic light and the elevator! Do you know how the Buffalo Soldiers got their name? Who was the first black player to play in a major league baseball game? Did you know James Derham was the first black physician at age 16 in 1783? Did you know the first black directed film was Gordon Parks' film "The Learning Tree"? These are things we all need to know. If we know where we've been, there's no telling how far we can go! Terry Williams |
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"Blackness" Bold/ Beautiful/ As defined by me, myself, and I./ Dirty/ Wicked/ If taken from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary./ So you look at me and question/ what I am./ You see my light brown skin/ with freckles a shade or two/ darker/ You examine my hair that/ can be worn straight or/ in a coiled fro./ You are mesmerized by/ my slanted eyes and/ continue to question/ what I am./ You mock my style/ but choose not to speak to me./ You talk to me as if I'm/ a child/ when I'm in fact nearing thirty/ You judge me based on my looks/ and/ seem to have a hard time deciding/ if you want to love me or hate me./ All the while/ Questioning/ what I am/ You assume that I'm mixed/ But, aren't we all?/ You determine through your own/ ideology that/ I'm not black/ Is it because/ I articulate my words/ or because/ I'm cultured?/ Is it my refined taste/ or/ my respectability?/ Is it because of my positive attitude/ or simply that my/ skin is not darker than/ yours?/ Could it be that my Blackness/ outshines yours?/ Through my understanding of my/ History/ Which gives me a certain appreciation/ for my past./ Through my admiration for/ those who have contributed to my/ present in so many different ways/ Through my diligence in my effort/ to become better for generations/ to benefit from me/ in the future./ So you still want to ask/ what I am/ I am bold/ I am beautiful/ I am Black Jennifer Moorer aka RIZE |
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I was killed once
I died before and it was a horrible death Shot dead Hung strung up I laid in my warm pool of blood seeing the sky fading to dark Fearful of what was on the other side Eyes sunk in their sockets Body covered with ants & flies buzzing Chalk lines drawn undertaker coming Body broken mouth open and pupils wide Murdered before my prime People passing my pine box in tears My family’s fears realized Dead to freedom and knowledge of self The worst part of dying was I died for nothing No cause No mission no progress Just laid to rest more trash in the ground Buried in this mess…and unblessed Then Marcus Garvey carried me to safety
Bob Marley revived me Martin delivered my new organs And Malcolm sewed up my wounds Tupac donated some bone marrow While Huey adjusted my blood flow Nat turner and Sojourner told my world I would pull threw Harriet transported me to recovery Finally Dubois gave me my release The Dr. Clarke told me stay off me feet Once back in this world Sister Soulja took to me rehab
Helping me walk Assata took me by the hand My vocal cords were damage so Fred Jr taught me how to speak Ali turned off the TV and told me I need to get to healing Maya Angelou showed me how to use my hands While Nikki Giovanna removed my body cast Mutulu Shakur wrote me a letter to keep my head up I read it as Mandela helped me make my bed up Still weak when I got home but Corinne Bayle Ray cooked me a meal
Shared rhymes with Mos Def and Badu sung and rubbed my forehead Got visits from Common and joked bedside with Outkast Talk the future with Dead Prez When I felt better danced with Jill Scott Vibed with the Fugees Bobbed my head to Kayne’s beats Even had fun riding with Greg Street Lupe and I played checkers Goodie Mob taught me Chess Floetry bought cloths for my daughter The Gorillaz brought me some water Then that’s when my baby girl walked She said “daddy get up I need your love and hugs” That was enough for me I was well thanks to my lil mama And I can’t forget my life savers I was killed once
But revived by history music and love Given a mission to repay them Only payment good enough is sharing my words Passion along my vision In hopes of saving the world Also educating my people And doing as Umi say Still in this world because my job is far from done -- JABOOM
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there was a time even when we had to fight and we bathed in pride then struck storms and i lost my way. in what was once R. Lee Gordon
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