All posts tagged: poem

“Chirping Birds” poem on bad talking and gossip

Hey, wrote this poem today and thought I’d share… Chirping Birds By Kristin Richardson Jordan Like chirping birds among orchard trees your words are high and piercing screeching amongst the breeze you got the details on her bad taste yapping about how that friend of his was all in your face you have something to say about everything everyone and all that’s out of place Up! with that dirty laundry yesterday tomorrow and Sunday’s news Can’t expect people tell you much with that tongue of yours so loose but then I. Must. Be. Wrong. because you’ve got just so much to say I cut you off but you just don’t work that way can’t understand anyway won’t know what it is until I walk away

New Poem On Police Lynchings, “Gather” by Alice Walker

Alice Walker’s new poem just released on her website… GATHER ©2014 by Alice Walker for Carl Dix and Cornel West It is still hard to believe that millions of us saw Eric Garner die. He died with what looked like a half dozen heavily clad policemen standing on his body, twisting and crushing him especially his head and neck. He was a big man, too. They must have felt like clumsy midgets as they dragged him down. Watching the video, I was reminded of the first lynching I, quite unintentionally, learned about: it happened in my tiny lumber mill town before the cows were brought in and young white girls on ornate floats became dairy queens. A big man too, whom my parents knew, he was attacked also by a mob of white men (in white robes and hoods) and battered to death by their two by fours. I must have been a toddler overhearing my parents talk and mystified by pieces of something called “two by fours.” Later, building a house, i would encounter …

“My Name Is Racism” Poem

I saw this video in the Uproar Poetry Group on Facebook last week and have to share. I think this is a wonderful, thought-provoking piece, written by Rakin Niass Transcribed the first verse in the video for you guys (see below) Please like and share. My Name is Racism by Rakin Niass My name is racism I live in your thought My best word is ‘division’ My philosophy There’s a hierarchy of people We’re not equal It’s true this ain’t malarkey I make people think that white is beauty that’s my duty So if you’re white you’re snooty If you’re black than you better stay back cos… you lack the whiteness of skin that the world’s worshiping

Where Are The Shows?

Where Are The Shows? By Kristin Richardson Jordan where are the tv shows showing us how to liberate our hood showing our people walking free and our humanity understood where are the shows showing our old in all their glory showing the wisdom of age and revealing life’s true story where are the shows showing us how to unlearn what we’ve been told shows showing us how to speak up shows showing us to be bold where are the shows with a clear vision of our purposeful past where are the shows to inspire our youth to stand fast where are the shows to make our community last

Black History In Poems Event

Upcoming free open mic at Morrisania Branch Library… BLACK HISTORY IN POEMS SATURDAY, MARCH 1st 3:00PM – 4:30PM at MORRISANIA LIBRARY 610 E. 169th Street Bronx, NY, 10456 Join Us for a Community Open Mic About Black History! Share a Poem You Love or One You’ve Written… Short Story, Rap, or Song Welcome as Well. Express Yourself! Or Just Come to Listen. Including Recordings of… “Still I Rise”, “The Ballad of the Landlord”, “Lift Every Voice and Sing” and “Negritude” FREE! Snacks & Refreshments Provided For more information contact Kristin Jordan (718) 589-9268, KristinJordan@nypl.org SPONSORED BY THE EDUCATIONAL WORKGROUP OF THE SOUNDVIEW COMMUNITY PARTNERSHIP PROGRAM