They live in a world with no love.
R. Lee Gordon
Did you know John Hanson was the first President of The United States and that he was black?
Do you know what year President Lyndon B. Johnson signed The Civil Rights Act?
Blacks invented peanut butter, the pencil sharpener and the refrigerator.
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Who was the first black player to play in a major league baseball game?
Did you know James Derham was the first black physician at age 16 in 1783?
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Here is the poem too..."Tiger Principle"...It's not clear/ how/the world/ Became/ the way/ that it is,/ but/ I've adopted/
a/ Philosophy/ to get through./ It's rooted in/ FAITH/ and requires/ Strength/ because its/ potency/ is a result/ of/ Determination/ This/ tripod/ has been/ the motivation/ for the/ Tiger/ Principle./ It's a/ mindset/ at best,/ a lifestyle/ a/ Philosophy./ Survival/ of the fittest./ The world/ is a/ Jungle/ where/ only/ the Tiger/survives...RIZE
Bold/ Beautiful/ As defined by me, myself, and I./ Dirty/ Wicked/ If taken from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary./ So you look at me and question/ what I am./ You see my light brown skin/ with freckles a shade or two/ darker/ You examine my hair that/ can be worn straight or/ in a coiled fro./ You are mesmerized by/ my slanted eyes and/ continue to question/ what I am./ You mock my style/ but choose not to speak to me./ You talk to me as if I'm/ a child/ when I'm in fact nearing thirty/ You judge me based on my looks/ and/ seem to have a hard time deciding/ if you want to love me or hate me./ All the while/ Questioning/ what I am/ You assume that I'm mixed/ But, aren't we all?/ You determine through your own/ ideology that/ I'm not black/ Is it because/ I articulate my words/ or because/ I'm cultured?/ Is it my refined taste/ or/ my respectability?/ Is it because of my positive attitude/ or simply that my/ skin is not darker than/ yours?/ Could it be that my Blackness/ outshines yours?/ Through my understanding of my/ History/ Which gives me a certain appreciation/ for my past./ Through my admiration for/ those who have contributed to my/ present in so many different ways/ Through my diligence in my effort/ to become better for generations/ to benefit from me/ in the future./ So you still want to ask/ what I am/ I am bold/ I am beautiful/ I am Black
Jennifer Moorer aka RIZE
I was killed once
I died before and it was a horrible death
Shot dead Hung strung up
I laid in my warm pool of blood seeing the sky fading to dark
Fearful of what was on the other side
Eyes sunk in their sockets
Body covered with ants & flies buzzing
Chalk lines drawn undertaker coming
Body broken mouth open and pupils wide
Murdered before my prime
People passing my pine box in tears
My family’s fears realized
Dead to freedom and knowledge of self
The worst part of dying was I died for nothing
No cause No mission no progress
Just laid to rest more trash in the ground
Buried in this mess…and unblessed
Then Marcus Garvey carried me to safety
Bob Marley revived me
Martin delivered my new organs
And Malcolm sewed up my wounds
Tupac donated some bone marrow
While Huey adjusted my blood flow
Nat turner and Sojourner told my world I would pull threw
Harriet transported me to recovery
Finally Dubois gave me my release
The Dr. Clarke told me stay off me feet
Once back in this world Sister Soulja took to me rehab
Helping me walk Assata took me by the hand
My vocal cords were damage so Fred Jr taught me how to speak
Ali turned off the TV and told me I need to get to healing
Maya Angelou showed me how to use my hands
While Nikki Giovanna removed my body cast
Mutulu Shakur wrote me a letter to keep my head up
I read it as Mandela helped me make my bed up
Still weak when I got home but Corinne Bayle Ray cooked me a meal
Shared rhymes with Mos Def and Badu sung and rubbed my forehead
Got visits from Common and joked bedside with Outkast
Talk the future with Dead Prez
When I felt better danced with Jill Scott
Vibed with the Fugees
Bobbed my head to Kayne’s beats
Even had fun riding with Greg Street
Lupe and I played checkers
Goodie Mob taught me Chess
Floetry bought cloths for my daughter
The Gorillaz brought me some water
Then that’s when my baby girl walked
She said “daddy get up I need your love and hugs”
That was enough for me
I was well thanks to my lil mama
And I can’t forget my life savers
I was killed once
But revived by history music and love
Given a mission to repay them
Only payment good enough is sharing my words
Passion along my vision
In hopes of saving the world
Also educating my people
And doing as Umi say
Still in this world because my job is far from done
there was a time
even when we had to fight
and we bathed in pride
then struck storms
and i lost my way.
in what was once
R. Lee Gordon
"The tree of black unity is growing everyday.
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