"abolitionists" poems - Hello Poetry

Haitian style independence no more whiteness at all type independence playing three rhythms at once independence blackness take over the entire American sports and political world independence Went south to join the Seminoles fight against the colonists killer abolitionists dangerous and feared independence economic the beginning of the union no more free labor regulate that government paper bag 40 acres and we are not ******* mules independence organized black militants killing burning plantations of whiteness yearning independence captivating white audiences nationwide scurrying to the legal system to constrict the laws make more weapons make more conflict make it more dangerous to be black independence You will never find us again whiteness that independence

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Jul 5, 2016

Jul 5, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC

elan-bonde-gregory

Voodoo...

Haitian style independence no more whiteness at all type independence playing three rhythms at once independence blackness take over the entire American sports and political world independence Went south to join the Seminoles fight against the colonists killer abolitionists dangerous and feared independence economic the beginning of the union no more free labor regulate that government paper bag 40 acres and we are not ******* mules independence organized black militants killing burning plantations of whiteness yearning independence captivating white audiences nationwide scurrying to the legal system to constrict the laws make more weapons make more conflict make it more dangerous to be black independence You will never find us again whiteness that independence

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Cherubs! Cherubs reaching from aluminum clouds to stab the hearts out of lover's--kings and queens of too much is enough--minds. Bold martyrs dying as abolitionists to an illiterate pop-fractal-culture weeping about zealous posters of apathetic narratives. The infinite wilderness of glaciers calling the fading background of planet Earth--steamboat particles in reverse suckling till the chimes of apocalypse come. we are slaves beyond truth and defiance Sneakers hit confident roads with black widow nests in gutters --the sun is a word, she says it is a culture. --The dark is a force, she says it is a child. *realistic tendencies are as hollow as romantic ones* She laughs and I laugh pity is polio too sick to bend and too accustomed to power

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Feb 12, 2013

Feb 12, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC

joseph-s-c-pope

Atlas-cyst (Remembering paths)

Cherubs! Cherubs reaching from aluminum clouds to stab the hearts out of lover's--kings and queens of too much is enough--minds. Bold martyrs dying as abolitionists to an illiterate pop-fractal-culture weeping about zealous posters of apathetic narratives. The infinite wilderness of glaciers calling the fading background of planet Earth--steamboat particles in reverse suckling till the chimes of apocalypse come. we are slaves beyond truth and defiance Sneakers hit confident roads with black widow nests in gutters --the sun is a word, she says it is a culture. --The dark is a force, she says it is a child. *realistic tendencies are as hollow as romantic ones* She laughs and I laugh pity is polio too sick to bend and too accustomed to power

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The fog crept in on giant monster claws, Surely no itty-bitty feline foots, I pray: “Feets don’t fail me now,” A line that will live in infamy, Way back in a vaudeville when, A minstrel Chitlin Circuit then, Was an actor known as the "Laziest man in the world," A character designed to stick to a Collective white consciousness, Stick like Tar-Baby, that negative Image of African-American men-- I speak of The Brothers-- Who for over a century, have been Struggling to live down a pernicious, Most persistently demeaning, Hollywood trope. Tribute is due to the black actor born: Lincoln Theodore Monroe Andrew Perry. Oh, Mr. Perry, & yes, you were the First black actor to receive Screen credit in a film. Well, I guess that puts you right up there, With Jackie Robinson & Sidney Poitier, Carver or Tubman, or any of those Countless northern abolitionists-- With no personal stake in slavery, Or emancipation, but fervent nonetheless-- Color-barrier breakers & Household saints a-coming & A-marching in, in that number . . . You paid a big price, Mr. Perry: The indignity & débauche, By abject surrender to the Boss Man, Tribute, recognition is due for Feats of humility & self-abasement, Entailing total superhuman surrender, Capitulation to the dismal, prevailing State of American race relations at the time. Stepin Fetchit: a name & a persona, Not just painfully racist, but Downright subversive.

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Jul 4, 2015

Jul 4, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC

giuseppi-martino-buonaiuto

"Stepin Fetchit: Disambiguation"

The fog crept in on giant monster claws, Surely no itty-bitty feline foots, I pray: “Feets don’t fail me now,” A line that will live in infamy, Way back in a vaudeville when, A minstrel Chitlin Circuit then, Was an actor known as the "Laziest man in the world," A character designed to stick to a Collective white consciousness, Stick like Tar-Baby, that negative Image of African-American men-- I speak of The Brothers-- Who for over a century, have been Struggling to live down a pernicious, Most persistently demeaning, Hollywood trope. Tribute is due to the black actor born: Lincoln Theodore Monroe Andrew Perry. Oh, Mr. Perry, & yes, you were the First black actor to receive Screen credit in a film. Well, I guess that puts you right up there, With Jackie Robinson & Sidney Poitier, Carver or Tubman, or any of those Countless northern abolitionists-- With no personal stake in slavery, Or emancipation, but fervent nonetheless-- Color-barrier breakers & Household saints a-coming & A-marching in, in that number . . . You paid a big price, Mr. Perry: The indignity & débauche, By abject surrender to the Boss Man, Tribute, recognition is due for Feats of humility & self-abasement, Entailing total superhuman surrender, Capitulation to the dismal, prevailing State of American race relations at the time. Stepin Fetchit: a name & a persona, Not just painfully racist, but Downright subversive.

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apparently allegations amassed around all alligators about acquiring amputated arms, ascertaining algorithms and abetting abhorred abolitionists.

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Feb 20, 2013

Feb 20, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC

william-rudd-guiliani

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apparently allegations amassed around all alligators about acquiring amputated arms, ascertaining algorithms and abetting abhorred abolitionists.

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it's 1619 & the boats are all docking, bodies pouring onto the land as freedom pours out to the sea it's 1724 & the shackles are all rattling beneath the beaten but unbreakable who never gave up it's 1864 & the abolitionists are all cheering, but lucky 13 never translated to equality it's 1870 & the voters are all gathered, but the bleached out crowd still managed a loophole around the number 15 it's 1896 & the crows are all preaching. separate but equal, they say, like you can really separate equality it's 1955 & the front bus seats are all taken, white hot anger sparking 381 days of determination it's 1957 & the students are all shocked, the little rock needs a thousand Feds just to blend it's 1963 & 200,000 people all have a dream, gathering in unity for the 'greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of the nation' it's 1965 & the voting booths are all open, the wealthy pallid mass finally forced to share their ballots it's 2008 & the white reign is all done pouring, the flood is still flowing but at least people have the chance to try to swim before the drown it's 2016 & the trumpets are all singing, waning out the songs of the last 400 years like we still haven't learned anything and maybe we haven't, maybe i've just been too hopefully ignorant to hear the paralyzing sound of the TRUMPets all along maybe i'm searching for a tomorrow that doesn't exist because the sound of the trumpets is thrusting us all back into yesterday but i refuse to join in on the symphony 'this is the new sound just like the old sound, just like the noose wound over the new ground'

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Mar 3, 2016

Mar 3, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC

renfieldsplace

a symphony

it's 1619 & the boats are all docking, bodies pouring onto the land as freedom pours out to the sea it's 1724 & the shackles are all rattling beneath the beaten but unbreakable who never gave up it's 1864 & the abolitionists are all cheering, but lucky 13 never translated to equality it's 1870 & the voters are all gathered, but the bleached out crowd still managed a loophole around the number 15 it's 1896 & the crows are all preaching. separate but equal, they say, like you can really separate equality it's 1955 & the front bus seats are all taken, white hot anger sparking 381 days of determination it's 1957 & the students are all shocked, the little rock needs a thousand Feds just to blend it's 1963 & 200,000 people all have a dream, gathering in unity for the 'greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of the nation' it's 1965 & the voting booths are all open, the wealthy pallid mass finally forced to share their ballots it's 2008 & the white reign is all done pouring, the flood is still flowing but at least people have the chance to try to swim before the drown it's 2016 & the trumpets are all singing, waning out the songs of the last 400 years like we still haven't learned anything and maybe we haven't, maybe i've just been too hopefully ignorant to hear the paralyzing sound of the TRUMPets all along maybe i'm searching for a tomorrow that doesn't exist because the sound of the trumpets is thrusting us all back into yesterday but i refuse to join in on the symphony 'this is the new sound just like the old sound, just like the noose wound over the new ground'

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changing the original human meaning of African to justify slavery is whiteness its fuel its language its justification its rapacious legal system glory pride economy abolitionists know this too even though they might be light skinned being human happens

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Jul 15, 2016

Jul 15, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC

elan-bonde-gregory

human happens

changing the original human meaning of African to justify slavery is whiteness its fuel its language its justification its rapacious legal system glory pride economy abolitionists know this too even though they might be light skinned being human happens

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RIP in SC History only repeats Until the lessons are learned Keeping faith in the streets Not locked up at home They killed the abolitionists Years and years ago Here we are with iPhones The fight is still going on

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Jun 20, 2015

Jun 20, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC

the-jolteon

RIP in SC

RIP in SC History only repeats Until the lessons are learned Keeping faith in the streets Not locked up at home They killed the abolitionists Years and years ago Here we are with iPhones The fight is still going on

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From left right and center there Is a conspiracy of silence or is it That silence is the way God tells Us something big is wrong. I do not favor conspiracy theories-I Believe that the truth is too big. Too grand for scoundrels to win. So why the silence, why are not The people's spokesmen raising A clamor? Think of the those in New England, the Abolitionists Roaring against slavery till the Great Liberator came forth and led the country to a second birth. Now again it is time for a rebirth Of democracy-Why instead do We go on worshiping Founding Fathers as if their thoughts were Blessed. A ****** Civil War left Us witness that they were not Infallible. When George Bush Was given the election ignoring A loss of the popular vote we got 911 and the Iraque War. Now We have Don Trump who lost The popular vote by almost 3 Million votes and no one calls it A disgrace to our democracy-I Hear no one talking about a Reform to a system that refuses To acknowledge that at it's heart There is something rotten' that Makes a farce of our holy ideals, Remember the last time we did Not listen to the people. Now We have a more flagrant abuse. What will the punishment be? Even recognizing that we are Legally bound to our folly it is Not an excuse for not making A start. It took Lincoln 4 years. We must begin the dismantling Of the electoral college. It is an An anathema to the ideals of our Country and shows the world That we are hypocrites who would Rather parade our ideals than live Them-God Sees and His silence is Ominous. The Emperor has no Clothes and no shame ...

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Jul 2, 2017

Jul 2, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC

david-b-scully

Something is wrong

From left right and center there Is a conspiracy of silence or is it That silence is the way God tells Us something big is wrong. I do not favor conspiracy theories-I Believe that the truth is too big. Too grand for scoundrels to win. So why the silence, why are not The people's spokesmen raising A clamor? Think of the those in New England, the Abolitionists Roaring against slavery till the Great Liberator came forth and led the country to a second birth. Now again it is time for a rebirth Of democracy-Why instead do We go on worshiping Founding Fathers as if their thoughts were Blessed. A ****** Civil War left Us witness that they were not Infallible. When George Bush Was given the election ignoring A loss of the popular vote we got 911 and the Iraque War. Now We have Don Trump who lost The popular vote by almost 3 Million votes and no one calls it A disgrace to our democracy-I Hear no one talking about a Reform to a system that refuses To acknowledge that at it's heart There is something rotten' that Makes a farce of our holy ideals, Remember the last time we did Not listen to the people. Now We have a more flagrant abuse. What will the punishment be? Even recognizing that we are Legally bound to our folly it is Not an excuse for not making A start. It took Lincoln 4 years. We must begin the dismantling Of the electoral college. It is an An anathema to the ideals of our Country and shows the world That we are hypocrites who would Rather parade our ideals than live Them-God Sees and His silence is Ominous. The Emperor has no Clothes and no shame ...

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Great enough to whisper in the ears of extremists? So great he told you to leave me? How great is the god who does not belong to me? All you whom this god belongs to, sing with the singer How great is this god? How great is this god that he would lay silent While millions are disenfranchised? In whom is he whispering now? To the abolitionists or the traders? How great is this god? When those who picket funerals picket weddings too Is this god ever so present with them? Is this god in you when you keep me up at night And tell me the last two years have been for nothing? Name above all nomenclature Worthy of the praise of those whom this god belongs to Apparently, even I will sing how great Is this god And how about that time when we were close to each other And we started talking about people of the same *** loving one another Did you notice the miles that immediately spawned between us As soon as you placed the dividing wall between us We shot away from each other like we had no other choice Like positive magnet to positive pole And now, apparently, we are to listen to this voice Of a god who's apparently worthy of the praise of those Whom this god belongs to And apparently even I will sing how great Is this god All you whom this god belongs to, sing with the singer About how great is this god And ask this rhetorical question Without ever actually having to do Any thinking Name above all nomenclature Apparently is too great for words Obviously goes beyond cultural conceptions Intrinsically dies at the wrong hills Clearly lies through his teeth And apparently I will even sing How great is this god When I am dead and in an afterlife I will notice how wrong I was In saying this god couldn't be Apparently I will even sing With the singer And we will reminisce about How I was a fundamentalist When I got things "right" There is power in finding worth By subtracting it from others And when my name is separate From the Divine, I Fail to be great Anthony, so far from god's name, Nomenclature poised to be lesser Belongs to a being whose divinity is lesser And wholly separate From this god Name above all nomenclature Worthy of the praise of those whom this god belongs to The singer's heart goes out to you, Grows a mouth and sings, "how great Is this god?" I fear a better question would be where Is this god? And is this god loving? Can he and I be loving together Can I be loved? What is arbitrary greatness but the same exclusive club You ascribe to when you posit that it is not my god Nor your god Not the god of every human being But the god of a tribe "our god"

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Jun 28, 2017

Jun 28, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC

anthony-james-brandy

the god of a tribe

Great enough to whisper in the ears of extremists? So great he told you to leave me? How great is the god who does not belong to me? All you whom this god belongs to, sing with the singer How great is this god? How great is this god that he would lay silent While millions are disenfranchised? In whom is he whispering now? To the abolitionists or the traders? How great is this god? When those who picket funerals picket weddings too Is this god ever so present with them? Is this god in you when you keep me up at night And tell me the last two years have been for nothing? Name above all nomenclature Worthy of the praise of those whom this god belongs to Apparently, even I will sing how great Is this god And how about that time when we were close to each other And we started talking about people of the same *** loving one another Did you notice the miles that immediately spawned between us As soon as you placed the dividing wall between us We shot away from each other like we had no other choice Like positive magnet to positive pole And now, apparently, we are to listen to this voice Of a god who's apparently worthy of the praise of those Whom this god belongs to And apparently even I will sing how great Is this god All you whom this god belongs to, sing with the singer About how great is this god And ask this rhetorical question Without ever actually having to do Any thinking Name above all nomenclature Apparently is too great for words Obviously goes beyond cultural conceptions Intrinsically dies at the wrong hills Clearly lies through his teeth And apparently I will even sing How great is this god When I am dead and in an afterlife I will notice how wrong I was In saying this god couldn't be Apparently I will even sing With the singer And we will reminisce about How I was a fundamentalist When I got things "right" There is power in finding worth By subtracting it from others And when my name is separate From the Divine, I Fail to be great Anthony, so far from god's name, Nomenclature poised to be lesser Belongs to a being whose divinity is lesser And wholly separate From this god Name above all nomenclature Worthy of the praise of those whom this god belongs to The singer's heart goes out to you, Grows a mouth and sings, "how great Is this god?" I fear a better question would be where Is this god? And is this god loving? Can he and I be loving together Can I be loved? What is arbitrary greatness but the same exclusive club You ascribe to when you posit that it is not my god Nor your god Not the god of every human being But the god of a tribe "our god"

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