The Black Man in White Shorts

I’m just a black man in southern Georgia As dark as the Coca Cola bottle Or as the corvids ruling a wasteland I’m a contrast on my own right that few ever understand Like the white shorts I’m wearing right now. I’m black power, the zealot in me shouts A livid doppelganger of me next…

Black Pride

You have your roots To the Mandinka tribe in Gambia Chained by the white man, ferried by ship Made to work in a cotton farm for a lowly existence as a slave. And now, you see black pride Everywhere you look. The barber shops, The board rooms, poet laureates, Basketball courts, stages of song and…

Emancipation

Roots penetrate the American soil, Through peanut farms and cotton plantations Where the laborers were slaves From Africa, who now have become A story on their own right. Washington Carver To Martin Luther King jn, there were Little speckles that glittered on the negro sky. And the story of the black man resonates From Kunta…

African Child

In this dire corner Of the long-forgotten King Solomon’s mines Slender copper varnished bones Draw murky muddy water As an innocent seemingly-attentive Face looks on, unknowing That the umbilical cord of love Is as strong as the rope That carries a bucketful Of rust-toned water And that water When infused and thickened By cells and…