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spider woman and twin war Godz

    riding with spider woman and twin war Godz born into a state of war divined to be she who remembers shield carrier spear chucker hard to duck her up right in storm moving forward like water persistently efficient … Continue reading

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Dead Poets

some say all great poets are dead they lie for true poets never die never they say all great poets are dead I say they lie for poets live in the words are the breath of Godz are the eyes … Continue reading

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lynching tree memoy

there are things I can never do i do not take certain things for granted no rose garden only grey tinted glasses blessed with memory too many people afraid to remember least the scars come open pus all over the … Continue reading

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Cotton and the Lynching Tree Gang

    there was a gang of them holding us down we were no match for such fierce cruelty we fought back best we could but they had friends in high places with last words to say we had the … Continue reading

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Bleaching Cream Blues

  early in the morning before the world puts on its face she stands in front of the mirror pinching this poking that pulling on the other she turns slowly counting the ways in which she is not enough too … Continue reading

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Visible

its not the hoodies or the skittles BART rides not the wallet he pulled out or the comb the cell phone not the toy gun or the raised empty hands perhaps its the kiss of melanin the brown black velvet-ness … Continue reading

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Phenomenology

it is not your imagination its reality invisible unspoken really real for black & brown bodies housed in bruised lives it is an immutable truth bearing down ruthlessly on a harsh reality measured by any standard its not an individual … Continue reading

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