Color of Blood

What color is your blood?

Is it rich red

Like a communist flag?

Or is it pure white

Like the evil empire?

Is it black as night?

Like that of a dead being

With no brain but a body

To be used as a tool

Like a machine

And enjoy being used

As long as you get compensated

Even if your life is a living tragedy

Your blood flows endlessly

In the color of black and white

The color of

Curious longevity

Provocative death.

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Separated from My Masters

Intense pain

Intense pain from

Intense pain from the separation of

Two shelves full of my treasures they are

Separated from me.

My mind is empty

Without the poems of Langston Hughes

Rhyming through the darkness that echoed

The evil of

Imperialism and slavery.

My tongue is dense without the

Pages from my dictionary they

Fill my mouth with such passion and

Extreme elegance in which I

Lyrically express myself but

     my heart hurts most when I am

Parted with the works which I so admire

They are precious as gems like

My Beloved Master

They were brought to me by

My Beloved Master

But these treasures are now

Sitting in a place I am not allowed to enter

These treasures I long to hold

     in my arms again has

Taught me the meaning of fighting

With honor.

Tonight as I write

As I sit with roof over my head

My head splits from the thought

     of my treasure being alone

In my sacred temple that has caught on fire.

In darkness I hear my Masters

Calling me home.  

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Defining Horror

We all have an art of

Defining horror

But Americans define horror

According to what they cannot face

With truth in reality.

In films they define horror

With blood screams and

Death

But if blood frightens you

If screams are unbearable to your ears

If the sight of others’ death suffocates you

What category would you classify

White supremacy and slavery?

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posted 29 January 2006