Black Poetry : Barack Obama's poetry

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  1. IFE

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    Obama as Poet

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    President Barack Obama
    Courtesy of Barack Obama: U.S. Senator for Illinois Web site


    When President Obama was a 19-year-old student at Occidental College, he published two poems in the spring 1982 issue of Feast, the school's literary magazine. The first poem, "Pop," appears to capture a moment between the young Obama and his maternal grandfather, Stanley Dunham. The bond between the two is reinforced at the end of the poem by the framing and reflective properties of Pop's glasses.



    Pop

    Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
    In, sprinkled with ashes,
    Pop switches channels, takes another
    Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
    What to do with me, a green young man
    Who fails to consider the
    Flim and flam of the world, since
    Things have been easy for me;
    I stare hard at his face, a stare
    That deflects off his brow;
    I'm sure he's unaware of his
    Dark, watery eyes, that
    Glance in different directions,
    And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
    Fail to pass.
    I listen, nod,
    Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
    Beige T-shirt, yelling,
    Yelling in his ears, that hang
    With heavy lobes, but he's still telling
    His joke, so I ask why
    He's so unhappy, to which he replies . . .
    But I don't care anymore, cause
    He took too **** long, and from
    Under my seat, I pull out the
    Mirror I've been saving; I'm laughing,
    Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
    To mine, as he grows small,
    A spot in my brain, something
    That may be squeezed out, like a
    Watermelon seed between
    Two fingers.
    Pop takes another shot, neat,
    Points out the same amber
    Stain on his shorts that I've got on mine and
    Makes me smell his smell, coming
    From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
    He wrote before his mother died,
    Stands, shouts, and asks
    For a hug, as I shink, my
    Arms barely reaching around
    His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; 'cause
    I see my face, framed within
    Pop's black-framed glasses
    And know he's laughing too
     
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    UNDERGROUND


    Under water grottos, caverns

    Filled with apes

    That eat figs.

    Stepping on the figs

    That the apes

    Eat, they crunch.

    The apes howl, bare

    Their fangs, dance,

    Tumble in the

    Rushing water,

    Musty, wet pelts

    Glistening in the blue.
     
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    Good stuff, thanks for sharing ...
     
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