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  Jan 2018 Sean sutton
Maya Angelou
The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.

Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.
You were helpless and so was I,
But unfortunately throughout history
You've worn a badge of shame.

I say, the night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark
And the walls have been steep.

But today, voices of old spirit sound
Speak to us in words profound,
Across the years, across the centuries,
Across the oceans, and across the seas.
They say, draw near to one another,
Save your race.
You have been paid for in a distant place,
The old ones remind us that slavery's chains
Have paid for our freedom again and again.

The night has been long,
The pit has been deep,
The night has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.

The hells we have lived through and live through still,
Have sharpened our senses and toughened our will.
The night has been long.
This morning I look through your anguish
Right down to your soul.
I know that with each other we can make ourselves whole.
I look through the posture and past your disguise,
And see your love for family in your big brown eyes.

I say, clap hands and let's come together in this meeting ground,
I say, clap hands and let's deal with each other with love,
I say, clap hands and let us get from the low road of indifference,
Clap hands, let us come together and reveal our hearts,
Let us come together and revise our spirits,
Let us come together and cleanse our souls,
Clap hands, let's leave the preening
And stop impostering our own history.
Clap hands, call the spirits back from the ledge,
Clap hands, let us invite joy into our conversation,
Courtesy into our bedrooms,
Gentleness into our kitchen,
Care into our nursery.

The ancestors remind us, despite the history of pain
We are a going-on people who will rise again.

And still we rise.
  Jan 2018 Sean sutton
Mina
it clicked between us
it clicked
i dont know if it was
the gun
or just us
but at least, it clicked
Sean sutton Jan 2018
Waiting at the door
Hoping someone will come through
Waiting for someone

Opening the door
Welcoming false lies and hope
Will be your downfall

Which door is open
Choosing one or the other
Hopeing its the one
Sean sutton Jan 2018
What are we doing
Making up lies and false hope
Making our self bleed
Sean sutton Dec 2017
The light,
It’s getting closer
Coming at me like a bulldozer
Will it bite

Basking in the light
The light is shining so bright
Wondering how I got here
Maybe it was that beer

That beer
Was a cheer
For me to drink
So I won’t think

Think about all the abuse
They would leave a big bruise
Bruises from my mother and my father
Why even bother

I’m alone in this world of darkness
The light has gone away
Be replaced with this ink
This black in is here to stay

Falling into the abyss
Things are amiss
For myself and I
Would like to say goodbye

Goodbye to my innocence
Cause it was never frivolous
Goodbye to the light
Cause it turned into night

Goodbye to my parents
Cause they helped me see the truth
The truth about you
You as in life

Life isn’t kind
It doesn’t mind
Causing you pain
Making you go insane

The light it’s getting dimmer
Something is starting to shimmer
It’s getting colder in here
I hear some cheers

The light is gone now
Can’t see it anymore
Before you go
How was the show

“Hey man, the bar is closing”
Looking at the time
It really flew by
Time to go

Back to the abuse
Back to you
The light is gone
From my eyes

Sincerely,
                       Me
  Dec 2017 Sean sutton
Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
  Dec 2017 Sean sutton
Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
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