History Class

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History Class

From the dull words printed on an even duller page
I see the eyes of the fallen twinkle with promise
Of a life gone and spent paying the debt and still remaining cost of being free
I stare at the book and continue to look until the words are blurred with pages and  my unshed tears
Something should be done for all those killed
They should be compensated I feel

I can only imagine being belittled and caged, fought down and stifled, patronized with insulting words and racial slurs
I can only Imagine,.. but is it a wasted effort?

They say ‘history repeats itself’ But how can it, when we’ve come so far from the sugar plantations and cotton fields
The only cotton we pick now are from store racks when buying a new outfit
We kill ourselves trying to impress
By our shoes and the way we dress,
we don’t need a master, we already fight each other down.
No longer caged physically, yet we limit ourselves by our own minds, imprisoning ourselves by our own mediocrity
Stifling our voices, for fear of being heard or taken seriously and coincidentally, the insulting words and racial slurs have evolved to endearment terms.
‘ Dawg, biatch, nigga’
Because spelled differently, it means something else.
The universe is warped, but how can it be stopped
The Motherland got screwed and aborted her offspring from her womb
But why concentrate on the past, when our future continues to loom
Just close the book and try to assume
that we are not unconsciously digging a grave to our own doom.

Your Name Appears in the Books I'm Reading

Your name appears in the Book that I’m Reading
And I blink transfixed at what used to be so familiar
As it sits on the yellow page staring boldly at me, like you used to,
My heart beat falters like it used to
But your name does not blink like you used to

I close the book but I continue to read into past experiences together
Your name is shifted violently from side to side, tossed turned and shaken to relay its secrets , in the turbulent waters of my mind
And I willingly dive in, drowning in memories
Because I will save you, salvage what you were with my dying breath
For there are no other fishes in this sea,
Compatible as you were with me

As I caress it with my tongue, whispering softly, reverently,
Akin to a prayer
I open the book and stare
Blatantly, appraisingly, thoughtfully I stare much like I used to
Silently you stare back much like you used to
Peering so closely your name slowly expands like you used to
Promising I’d get used to..
This name, however familiar presents to me a blank slate.
An unknown identity.
I don’t know who you are anymore
In any case I would not mind shedding this identity and following you on this yellow page and in the world forever more
Separated only by the conjunction ‘and’
Immortalized on a yellow page and a green Earth together
  Your identity remains unknown though ...
However rest assured I will forever be the Jane to you, my John Doe.

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With the sensual intercourse between pen and paper.. paper and pen
The friction increases again and again
Racial Co existence has never been so extraordinarily personified
As when black ink, caresses white paper , resulting in this illegitimate love child.
Made with love under cold sheets in the dead of night
This poem is as....tight....
as a fist
As ill as a cyst
As fluid as the wrist .. of a black woman’s gestures.
Though it cries to be heard, to be seen, to be acknowledged
It is nurtured with thought integrity and courage
It grows in the womb of its maker.. Rigid and Terse
It grows a new stanza
Sprouts a new verse.

Stolen Kisses of Forbidden Love

Stolen Kisses of Forbidden love is sweet until it ferments and lovers become drunk with desire
Dimmed lights, long embraces, soft words caressing faces
is a recipe for the unthinkable
That which will not be spoken of, is now being thought of.. without conscious thought -of itself
Her will is his will,and they will engage in night magic , once taught as scientific.. is now special, sentimental as love in its physical form is pure perfection, a reflection of mutual feelings beyond imagination.

Stolen kisses of forbidden love is tender and melts in the mouth,
until it becomes hard and melts in the mouth.
No music,
just sound,
Teenage love
no parents around
is a recipe for the unseemly.
Flowers blossom in the dark of night from seeds planted in a full moon,they blossom in the dark in full bloom soon to be .. plucked.

Stolen kisses of forbidden love is taken in sips until it whets the appetite and wets the lips.......