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Weary Brown Soldier When Skies Are Gray
Got to get it out.
Vent. Scream. Curse. Stomp.
Get it out, girl…tears aren't so bad when your skies are gray.
Repressed too long--
teeth clenched, fists clenched, brows clenched,
shoulders up to your neck--so tight, girl, you'll snap!
Breathe.
In. Out.
In. Out.
With me now, just breath.
Now cry.
Difficult...
But with each inhale, the easier tears fall.
Take my hand.
I will hold you.
Like the thirsty flowers, I will drink your sorrows.
You, my strong brown soldier,
You too must lay your head upon a soft, warm lap,
and enjoy the reassurance of a strong shoulder.
Sometimes it's OK to cry.
I will bring a red umbrella for you when that day comes,
for these gray skies always bring rain.
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Blacker Than Traitors
Hate within Hate,
Blacker than Traitors,
drives Brothers and Sisters
to self-loathing danger
encumbered by skin
as taught by our Fathers
this sickness within
enforced by our Mothers
Brothers tell lies:
her attitude, her pride
her anger so bitter,
her neck-rollin’ snide,
her body unwanted
and worthless like me,
her hair is too nappy
for likes of a queen
come Sister’s response:
you’re jobless and lazy,
with too many babies
you’ll never be raisin’
you gangstah, you thug
you slap me around
you say that you love me
then leave like a clown
“Pimps,” “Hoes,” “On The Down-Low,”
“Mammy,” “Whore,” “Magic Negro,”
“N*gger,” “Trick,” “Oreo,” “Dawg,”
“Wannabe White,” and “Uncle Tom”
Hate within Hate
we’ve come to accept,
blaming each other,
consumed in regret
Fatherless sons,
Motherless daughters,
Blacker than Traitors,
Our Generation.
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Beautiful Ladies With Rainbow Flags
my Beautiful Ladies kissed by sun—
dark-skinned Queens, who fall in love…
Beautiful Ladies:
full lips, wide hips, crowned by braids and kinky twists—
who like the feel of soft brown breasts,
and love the taste of lady lips…
Beautiful Ladies with Rainbow Flags,
yet seldom seen—seldom asked.
“Not you,” they say, “Don’t make it brown,”
“Beautiful Ladies don’t come out,”
“see, Rainbow colors are White and Pale,”
“and Queers don’t speak unless they’re Male.”
So Beautiful Ladies of every shade,
march alone and stay away.
In the closet by ourselves,
to fight for rights for Someone Else. |
