Price paid
My ancestors laid
Foundations for a New America
A place 4 all 2 live better

Socially confused
We stood accused
By our color of nature
Pride and honor was always greater

Strong, tough
Hard, rough
Never taking any shit
We didnt have to put up with

My Brother
My Sister
These words give me shivers
Chills down my spine knowing that
I have a placement
I am not alone
Born of Man, Beautiful and Black.

-I. Tolbert

[Edited 2/13/08 7:45am]

Beautiful.

paisleypark4 said:

I love that line

thank you coolcat & tony. I never made a poem about being a black man so this was special to me.

This is phenomenal.

'dre

awesome

thank you DJ and Dre

paisleypark4 said:

you're welcome! paisleypark4

there's definitely inspiration in your poem.

Notes for a Movie Script
Fade in the sound of summer music,
Picture a hand plunging through her hair,
Next his socked feet and her scuffed dance slippers
Close,as they kiss on the rug-stripped stair.

Catch now the taxi from the station,
Capture her shoulders' sudden sag;
Switch to him silent in the barracks
While the room roars at the corporal's gag.

Let the drum dwindle in the distance,
Pile the green sea above the land;
While she prepares a single breakfast,
Reading the V mail'in her hand.

Ride a cold moonbeam to the pillbox,
sadle the camera to his feet
Sprawled just outside in the gummy grasses,
Swollen like nightmare and not neat.

Now doorbell nudges the lazy morning:
She stills the sweeper for a while,
Twicthes her dress,swings the screendoor open,
Cut-with no music-on her smile.




M.Carl Holman
http://www.bedfordstmarti...holman.htm
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[Edited 2/17/08 14:12pm]

The Emancipation of George-Hector
(a colored turtle)/Mari E. Evans

George-Hector
...is
spoiled.
formerly he stayed
well up in his
shell...but now
he hangs arms and legs
sprawlingly
in a most languorous fashion...
head reared back
to
be
admired.
he didn't use to
talk...
but
he does now.

Loved those poems Tony! I had to read the last one a couple of times to get what it meant.

Than you Slave

paisleypark4 said:

Your World/
Georgia Douglas Johnson

Your world is as big as you make it.
I know,for I used to abide
In the narrowest nest in a corner,
My wings pressing close to my side.

But I sighted the distant horizon
Where the sky line encircled the sea
And I throbbed with a burning desire
To travel this immensity.

I battered the cordons around me
And cradled my wings on the breeze
Then soared to the uttermost reaches
With rapture,with power,with ease!