Carolyn Marie Rodgers, a Chicago poet and writer who helped found one of the country's oldest and largest black-owned book publishers, has died. She was 69. The Chicago-based Third World Press says Rodgers died April 2 at Mercy Hospital after battling an undisclosed illness. The Chicago native wrote nine books, including "How I got Ovah." Her work often delved into the experiences of black women. Rodgers is credited with being a star of the black arts movement of the 1960s and 1970s. She started her own publishing company, Eden Press. During her career as a writer, she has taught at the following institutions: Columbia College (1968-1969); University of Washington (Summer 1970); Malcolm X Community College (1972); Albany State College (1972); and Indiana University (Summer 1973). She has also held a position as a book critic for the Chicago Daily News, as well as a position as a columnist for the Milwaukee Courier. In December 1967, along with Haki R. Madhubuti, Johari Amini, and Roschell Rich, Rodgers helped found Third World Press. Carolyn M. Rodgers was also a founding member of the Organization of Black American Culture (OBAC). Funeral services have been held. A public memorial is planned May 4 where Rodgers' work will be read. Noted for her vulgarity and other excesses, Rodgers was quickly criticized by other Black Aesthetic practitioners for her unladylike uses of the very rhetorical excesses they had promoted. Rodgers responded to critics who dictated a more conventionally feminine role for black women. In "The Last M.F.", she promises to stop employing vulgar language in her poems; Rodgers vows never again to use obscenities like "mother fuck3r," but she does so in lines that obviously savor this last opportunity for such expressiveness: they say, that i should not use the word muthafucka anymo in my poetry or in any speech i give. they say, that i must and can only say it to myself as the new Black Womanhood suggests a softer self a more reserved speaking self. they say, that respect is hard won by a woman who throws a word like muthafucka around and so they say because we love you throw that word away, Black Woman ... i say, that i only call muthafuckas, muthafuckas so no one should be insulted. and so i say this is the last poem i will write calling all manner of wites, card-carrying muthafuckas and all manner of Blacks (negroes too) sweet muthafuckas, crazy muthafuckas, lowdown muthafuckas cool muthafuckas, mad and revolutionary muthafuckas, But anyhow you all know just like I do (whether I say it or not), there's plenty of MEAN muthafuckas out here trying to do the struggle in.