Young Gifted and Black: poem

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Thank You

To : Audre Lorde, Toni Morrison, Maya Angelou, Gloria Naylor, Alice Walker, Asha Bandele, Tananarive Due, Iyanla Vanzant, Octavia Butler ( Maryse Conde, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Jamaica Kincaid, Zora Neale Hurston and many more)

Inside the books

On my crowded shelves

Lives God

Written by women

Who channeled

Their gifts and birthed worlds

I've had the pleasure to travel.

Words that have stripped me

Down to nakedness

And frantically I've searched

My flesh for answers

Stripped my mind

Until I've spoken words

That honored my knowing.

Women

Who have challenged to pry

Open my mouth

And speak my sounds

Into existence.

Women

Who have inspired me

Clamor under rain

And dance self-worth

Women

Whose words

Have

Sat me down

And feed me

Life's cruel beauties

Sometimes their words

Felt crammed down my throat

Kiana Davis

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Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies

You may tread me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, i'll rise

Does my Sassiness upset you ?

Why are you beset with gloom ?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise

Did you want to see me broken ?

Bowed head and lowered eyes ?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness upset you ?
Don't you take it awful hard,
'Cause i laugh like i got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard

You may shoot me with your words

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness

But still, like air, I'll rise

Does my sexiness upset you ?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like i got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs ?

Out of the huts of history's shame, I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain, I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear, I rise
Into a daybreak wondrously clear, I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave
I rise
I rise
I rise
Maya Angelou

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Democracy

Democracy will not come today this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear

I have as much right

As the other fellow has

To stand

On my two feet

And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,

Let things take their course.

Tomorrow is another day.

I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.

I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

Freedom

Is a strong seed

Planted

In a great need.

I live here, too.

I want freedom

Just as you.

Langston Hughes

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Thank You Lord

I see You
Brown-skinned,
Neat Afro,
Full lips,
A little goatee.
A Malcolm,
Martin,
Du Bois.

Sunday services become sweeter when you’re Black,
Then I don’t have to explain why
I was out balling the town down,
Saturday night.

Thank you, Lord
I want to thank you, Lord
For life and all that’s in it.

Thank You for the day
And for the hour and for the minute.
I know many are gone,
I’m still living on,
I want to thank You.

I went to sleep last night
And I arose with the dawn,
I know that there are others
Who’re still sleeping on,
They’ve gone away,
You’ve let me stay.
I want to thank You.