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Speaking up for Birmingham...

Now time out fellow poets, I'm not here to start nonsenseThese words were ankle weights on my conscienceLet me just speak up for a little whileThe doubters are verbally strangling my smile I stared at the local news and couldn't believe the madnessThe negative thoughts on our local city brought me to sadnessIt's like some are addicted to the maze of past failures And they are scared at walking the positive paths of culturesTheir're trying to murder this magic cityWith muttered phrases that…

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Dropping Jewels part 1

Let's following the journey of the diamond as it lands in the storedugged out from the sand by the hands of the poorKimberely South Africa had the world's largest hand dug excavationit's so deep it's next to satan, and if you check the date and timeyou'll find thru investigatingthat from 1885 to 1900 twenty million of our ancestors died digging diamonds!!now niggaz are rhymingabout being iced out!but the way the tend to flossspits in the face of our holocaust!!and the souls that was lostthat…

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The Bop

A recent invention, the Bop was created by Afaa Michael Weaver during a summer retreat of the African American poetry organization, Cave Canem. Not unlike the Shakespearean sonnet in trajectory, the Bop is a form of poetic argument consisting of three stanzas, each stanza followed by a repeated line, or refrain, and each undertaking a different purpose in the overall argument of the poem.The first stanza (six lines long) states the problem, and the second stanza (eight lines long) explores or…

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Lost

Loneliness and heartache had surrounded meAnd everyone I asked about it, said “certainly”What I felt inside, they gave me in spadesWhen the waitress poured my drink, She left in the lemons, But took out the –adeThe sun still brought day,But withheld from me its sunny rays. Then On a cold windy night beneath city lightsI saw her, standing on the cornerStaring at the sky, probably thinking of days much warmerButtoned up tight in pea coat and hatOccasionally adjusting her footing in heels of…

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