Black on Black Rhyme

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Greetings Poets, Spoken word artists, M.C.s:
As many of you may know I host a weekly poetry show called THE POETRY CORNER on WJAB 90.9FM. Previous guests have included Nikki Giovanni, Saul Williams, Jessica Care Moore and many many others. I have had the opportunity to help promote many events in the area. NOW I am asking for your help. This Friday between 3:30-4pm, I am requesting you to please call in a $25 pledge of support Please do this on behalf of your group, organization, or just in the spirit of poetry! This would be a great sign to the radio station about the power and solidarity of poetry!

CALL 256-372-5938

Also tune in cuz we have planned a special on-air open mic!!! 1st time ever!!!

This Friday from 3:30pm -4pm

Thank You

I hate that I will miss volunteering this year to southern fried, Last year was awesome. Keep me posted!! Thanks!!

Truth & Lies
They Lied To Me When They Said
“Time Will Heal Every Wound!”
Tht Another Lovers’ Touch
Could Ever Replace The Passion Tht Your Lips Consumed.
Tht Your Kiss… No Matter Hw Sweet…
No Matter Hw Perfect Our Embrace...
Would One Day Be Swallowed Up By The Masses
Until I No Longer Recognize Your Face.
They Said “Many Day Will Become Nights
& Many Nights Will Become Weeks…”
Tht For A Season It Will Feel Like Torture
Between The Moments Tht We Speak!
But After Weeks Become Months
& Months Become Years,
One Morning Tht 1st Impulse To Call Out Your Name
Would Simply Disappear!
One Evening Tht FAITHFUL Moon
That, Once, Guided My Heart To Yours,
Would, Instead, Lead My Midnight Flight
To The Edge Of Obsidian Shores.
They Said “Look Around You? What Do You See…
Beyond The Summer Bloom Of The Mimosa?
Those Same People Who SPAT On Christ
As HE Stumbled Down The True Via Dolorosa!?”
The Same People Who Claimed To Be Children Of Light
But Cast Shadows Over Your Moments Of Lose!?”
They Said “Not Every Man Is Meant To Embrace True Love -
So Brotha’ Lay Down Your Heavy Cross!”
...Tht My Sacrifice Would Be In Vain,
Because No Matter Hw Hard We Tried,
No One Will Ever Know Hw Much I Love You...
But THOSE Mutha*****’s Lied!
How Could I Rip Out This Crown Of Thorns,
Tht SO Deeply Pierces My Heart?
Knowing Tht Heaven & Earth Are Bound By The Promise
Of Our Souls NEVER Being TRULY Apart!?
-LiquidPoetry2009
Read Complete "TRUTH & LIES" On My Blog

Many Blessings Brothers & Sisters/Old Friends & New! I Know It's Been A Long Time Since Any Of You Have Heard From Me, But Your Thoughts, Emails & Texts Did Not Go Unappreciated! May The Lord Of Mercy Continue To Bless You All!
LP

NO, I WON'T STAND!!!"
So tired are these feet of mine, been catering to, and working hard for WHITE FOLKS all day long
Can't wait to give rest to them, the moment when I reach my home
Oh! Good, here comes the bus
Headed to the back I am, where the WHITE FOLKS seat US
In a SECTION that COLORED FOLKS were permitted to sit, is where I perched my behind
Stop after stop, the bus was now full, no longer available were any seats MARKED with a "WHITES ONLY" sign
To STAND the passenger could not, for it was LAW that all WHITES be seated to recline
In demand of a seat the BUS DRIVER turned to the COLORED portion of the bus' dividing line
Ordering several BLACKS from our seats he did, but, to BUDGE the body of me DECLINED
NO WAY was I to DETHRONE myself to SURRENDER a WHITE MAN a seat of mine
I paid my FARE, sat in the SECTION that DISCRIMINATION had given me
Now, to RISE for a WHITE PASSENGER because in his area no seats were empty
The COURAGE of me REFUSED to take anymore of the WHITE FOLKS desecration
From my seat COMPELLED I was, and HEADED to JAIL for an INFRINGEMENT of the rules of SEGREGATION
At the DRIVER of the BUS command, off the bus, escorted I was, by a WHITE policeman
Cuffed tightly behind my back rested my RESTRAINED hands
Now in a CELL encompassed by steel bars, the MIND, SOUL, and BODY of me had to STAND
Not for a doing of WRONG, but, for SIMPLY not GIVING what was MINE to a WHITE MAN
So TIRED was I, of being STOMPED and BEATEN by WHITE FOLKS cruelty, for possessing a FACE of a DARK SHADE
To have STOOD UP for the RIGHTS of SELF and MY PEOPLE, the PRICE to obtain EQUALITY was PAID
Now, on the BUS seated RIGHT NEXT to one another
Are the PEOPLE of WHITE FLESH and THOSE of COLOR


BY: Amelia Finley Copyright:2009
Inspired by the experience of Rosa Parks