Who will survive in America?
Few Americans
Very few Negroes
No crackers at all
Poetry (LT)
When I grasp you, my hands grasp nothing
but a corpse that died with no justice
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River –
We stand on your bank
tears falling on us
that stream into your heart
Everything looks at you twice
Ashamed, you look away,
you let it happen.
You can’t look for a fight.
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Audre was diagnosed with cancer and chronicled her struggles in her first prose collection, The Cancer Journals.
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings –
I know why the caged bird sings!
Democrazy
DEMO-CRAZY
Crazy demo
Demonstration of craze
Crazy demonstration
If it no be craze
Why for Afrika?
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
The lips of truth are ever closed,
The head of truth is upright.