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    Black Poetry : black statistics blues

    Mama struggling, pops done bounced Got 2 brothers pushing keys One got locked the other popped Soon the fridge was on “e” So what was I to do but sharpen claws and bear my teeth The concrete jungle full of wolves can’t afford to be a sheep No justice no peace yet I’m surrounded by police...
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    Black Poetry : Can’t you see it’s time for the panther (tribute to Tupac Shakur)

    P for potential A for action No excuses we’re Tired we won’t run the H is for help the E for esteem The R hold it down at the end for redeem Who am I ? A panther Who am I? A panther So beware of my roar And stay clear of my teeth What I want is justice All I seek to be free If you stand...
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    Black Poetry : foul seed, damned fruit

    How are we supposed to pledge allegiance to your flag a generation destined to fail, get locked up in a jail have our dreams derailed and meet a short end to our tale excluded from the plans conditioned by the man separated from the truth and now we tweet and rock our swag The gap between myself...
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    Black Poetry : field ***** youth

    We who the leaders couldn't reach What the teachers never taught the bastard shiftless offspring that our visionary's saw We lost the game before we play starved of truth yet fed with lies Its like we know the smell of roses yet hear foul buzz of flies In a cesspool this corrupt one day soon we...
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    Black Poetry : tribes at war

    The era of martin and Malcolm have ended, our hope has descended, the black power has faded thus were still waiting, for our piece of the pie, long been denied, to survive one must cheat, steal and lie. Street factions, tribe wars, dispute met with the sword, or spear, both bring...
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    Black Poetry : purple state of mind

    It was once cool to light crosses, bring shotguns and mobs, as rotting strange fruit, dangled in the backyard And know its not cool to read books or know law, How deep is our hole, how low can we fall. We neglect our youth keep them veiled before truth, made lives with no substance...
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    Black Poetry : ****** by design

    I was born a human, a man in shape and form, yet for whatever reason, my being draws scorn. Am I rude, abrasive, ignorant or smug, I guess I'm depressed for my graves just been dug. It houses my ideals, all I found sublime, taught the sky was the limit, I learned the limit was the sky. I am a...
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    Black Poetry : the e"N"d word

    From past to contemporary, we persistently use, that o heinous N word, the slave word of doom. The word degrades blackness, stained red with our blood, enthralled us like swine, our chains jingle in mud. 400 years of unyielding toil, a twisted legacy ingrained in the soul. Murder...
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    Black Poetry : I am..

    Look at my face, peep the physique, a big black man, I bet he's an athlete. A bouncer, a dealer, or maybe you see, former inmate 46t883. I bet the last place you thought was the library, Now I get the gazes, the prolonged looks at me. Reading is disdained, like knowledge got us shook, our...
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