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typewriter-worries · 2 years
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The Prestige, Hanif Abdurraqib
[ Text ID: the poem begins not where the knife enters / but where the blade twists. ] 
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weltonboys · 5 months
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danez smith
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“The Black Love Imprint” 🤎
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In the realm of love, a radiant hue,
Black hearts entwined, a bond so true.
A symphony of souls, harmonies rise,
Embracing the strength that love implies.
Within the nucleus, a sacred space,
The black family unit finds its grace.
Roots deeply planted, branches spread wide,
Nurturing love, where faith does reside.
Through trials endured, they stand as one,
Facing the storms until they are done.
Resilient spirits, unyielding and strong,
In unity they triumph, against all wrong.
Generations intertwined, wisdom shared,
Ancestors' stories, deeply cared.
Passing down the flame, a torch so bright,
Igniting the path with love's pure light.
Black love, a beacon in the night,
Guiding hearts, dispelling plight.
Through laughter and tears, they find their way,
Together they thrive, come what may.
In each tender touch, a healing balm,
Affirming the worth, a soothing psalm.
Celebrating beauty, melanin's embrace,
Love's tapestry woven with elegance and grace.
For in the medleys of life we find,
Black love's essence, power defined.
A testament to love's enduring art,
The black family unit, is a masterpiece from the heart.
— The Black Feminine Society (CEO)
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geminiluvv · 5 months
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Langston Hughes' poem, "My People"
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uwmspeccoll · 2 months
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Copper Sun
Last week we brought you Harlem Renaissance poet Countee Cullen's (1903-1946) first major poem The Ballad of the Brown Girl. Today we present Cullen's second collected book of poetry, Copper Sun, published in New York by Harper & Brothers in 1927, with illustrations by the same artist who illustrated Ballad, the unrelated Art Deco artist Charles Cullen (1887-?). Copper Sun is a collection of over fifty poems that explore race, religion, and sexuality in Jazz Age America, and particularly the possibility of unity between white and black people, as exemplified in the two Cullens, one black, the other white.
View more work by Countee Cullen.
View other books illustrated by Charles Cullen.
View other Black History Month posts.
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calcollage · 6 months
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what I mean when I say I'm sharpening my oyster knife
I mean I'm here to eat up all the ocean you thought was yours. I mean I brought my own quarter of a lemon, tart and full of seeds. I mean I'm a tart. I'm a bad seed. I'm a red-handled thing and if you move your eyes from me I'll cut the tender place where your fingers meet. I mean I never met a dish of horseradish I didn't like. I mean you're a twisted and ugly root and I'm the pungent, stinging firmness inside. I mean I look so good in this hat with a feather and I'm a feather and I'm the heaviest featherweight you know. I mean you can't spell anything I talk about with that sorry alphabet you have left over from yesterday. I mean when I see something dull and uneven, barnacled and ruined, I know how to get to its iridescent everything. I mean I eat them alive. what I mean is I'll eat you alive, slipping the blade in sideways, cutting nothing because the space was always there.
"No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife." –Zora Neale Hurston
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ghost-37 · 6 months
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agirlnamedbone · 1 year
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--Xan Phillips, pub. in BOMB Magazine
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blackpoetry · 1 year
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Untitled #2 (for MTV Black History Month 2001)
Can't do that dance anymore It doesn't fit my size, never did I'm too big to do that dance Always was too pretty Won't shuck and jive Not gonna coon Not I Too many ancestors' tear stains on my face Too many claps and hallelujahs under my belt Not for anybody's enjoyment Not for anybody's money Green or long Pound or euro Not for you Not I I don't have time to do that dance There aren't libraries in my baby's school Playgrounds filled with glass Teachers who are waiting for me to show up And I will . on time
You won't catch me doing that dance Not in this honey dwelling I live here My mother and God designed this for me Just enough cinnamon (blow a kiss) Just enough nutmeg (blow a kiss) Stirred me in a pot Listened for the timing bell Ring and I am ready Bite me when I'm cool
Bite me again when I'm not Bite me all you want because I've got more and some more and some more And I will not do that dance Not for you Not for you Too much to do that dance And I am way too pretty
Written by Jill Scott Courtesy of; https://www.afropoets.net/jillscott.html
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pineconecowgirl · 1 year
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i need more mutuals ..
i’m black queer woman (attraction not limited by gender/sex in any way), i love film, all things regarding the history of the marginalized and their radical politics, literature, poetry, fiber arts, MF DOOM, JPEGMAFIA, megan thee stallion, flo milli, carly rae jepsen, and cracking up . i rlly love cracking up . my blog is a fun place pls join me let’s be friends <3
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typewriter-worries · 9 months
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This is what our dying looks like. You believe in the sun. I believe I can't love you.
Another Elegy ["This is what our dying looks like"], Jericho Brown
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ariellafayette · 1 year
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One of my favorites from my debut poetry collection, “Oblivion: Our Temporary Infinity”.
Available on Amazon now!
Oblivion: Our Temporary Infinity
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braveblackbutterfly · 2 months
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Here's the poem if you haven't had a chance to read it:
I'm not sure when I'll make the video/audio. But hopefully one day soon, especially if people are interested.
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blkgirlsreadfanfic2 · 3 months
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hello, gorgeous
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for black girls, by black girls
let's face it, we all want to read fanfiction without being someone's adopted daughter or having to rewrite it to fit our skin tone and hair type. this is meant to be a safe space with resources for fanfic writers and readers alike.
[more content coming soon]
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Mama was home, papa was a rolling stone and these women will fuck anything and end up on the Maury show, oh no I got no bullshit tatted on my torso and fuck love tatted across my corso let my true colors show that’s part of growth, when is Jesus coming I don’t know you see change coming fuck no old heads on the porch playing dominoes, titles rivals idols revival mission for the suicidal get involved in a homicidal we all know the answer in the Bible we just don’t choose to read the Bible dead on arrival get high then walk on the moon with Michael I been out the womb you niggas still in the semenial vessels, loyalty run in my veins you can see it thru my blood vessels bullets coming out the chamber hotter than a steam kettle staying away from dirty niggas and dirty bitches it’s a supervised decision you think she find you attractive, she a shark in the water and you smell like money nigga she coming for ya flesh nigga better protect yourself that’s a bet nigga keep the grass on side green and fresh don’t invest in love nigga don’t entertain nigga soon as you get the money then the woman will find you like a needle in a haystack niggas trying to stick their chest out like Selma hayak take the tithes off the revered take the time off the falsely conviction, this is my testimony, wake up in the morning and ppl waking up to mourning, young boy out here working on his gpa and his jumpshots, and the other young boy working on his glock to rob and let off gunshots, get ya feet out the mud, confidence and depression, recession and progression holler and fuss and yell and cuss broken mirrors trying to find the image that I was, why would I fear a nigga that bleeds like me in God i trust, ain’t no nigga above ©️
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creatediana · 2 months
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"The Creed of the Slave" by American poet Fenton Johnson (1888–1958), recently collected in Minor Notes, Volume 1 (2023), a Penguin Random House series curated by Joshua Bennett and Jesse McCarthy of Black poets whose work has gone underrecognized in the literary canon
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