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Poem: Bury Me in a Free Land by Frances Harper
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Make me a grave where’er you will, In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; Make it among earth’s humblest graves, But not in a land where men are slaves. I could not rest if around my grave I heard the steps of a trembling slave; His shadow above my silent tomb Would make it a…
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Poem: Death is passive. Killing is not.
Poem: Death is passive, killing is not. by LaShawnda Jones Breathing is active. Breath is sacred. Air is life. We are all created beings with the same Right to Life and unhindered breathing. Access to air should not depend on Assumptions, opinions, political views, Occupation, wealth, social status, Skin color, mood, hatred of fellow humans or self-hatred. Access to air…
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Poem: Gwendolyn Brooks: America in the Wintertime by Haki R. Madhubuti
religiously taking note of the bloodlust enemies of kindness we hear your last words: america if you see me as your enemy you have no friends.
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Poem: Gwendolyn Brooks by Haki R. Madhubuti
into the sixties a word was born . . . . . . . . BLACK & with black came poets & from the poet’s ball points came: black doubleblack purpleblack blueblack beenblack was black
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Update: I AM WOMAN Essay & Portrait Project
Still seeking written contributions for Phase 1: Experiences of Black Womanhood in America. If you would like to contribute, please email Shawnda@Spirit-Harvest.com.
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Update: I AM WOMAN Essay & Portrait Project
Still seeking written contributions for Phase 1: Experiences of Black Womanhood in America. If you would like to contribute, please email Shawnda@Spirit-Harvest.com.
