For BlaPoWriMo, my friend Ericajean shares her thoughts on Sterling A. Brown's "The Young Ones." Looking specifically at the lines, "It’s as far as they’ll get / For many a year; / Cotton brought them / and will keep them here,” she raises two questions: What brought us, and what is keeping us here? A question I would like to add is: What is "here"? What are your thoughts? Please respond directly on Ericajean's post, as comments here will be disabled. --N
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Welcome back fellow bloggers! It is BlaPoWriMo time again and this time we are traveling to the Harlem Renaissance era.
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Today’s poem to decode is by Sterling A.
Each universe with which we interact
demands of us a level of respect
and complicity, yes, complicity,
while we wonder if we are hypocrits,
or merely disbelievers. 68 more words
Check out another poem from my friend Ray, written for BlaPoWriMo. Show him your love!
I met this girl–skin like polished mahogany, hair like lamb’s wool, lips like plush cushions–she ruined my philosophy of the mad black woman. It is not a frown on her face but a grimace as she holds the weight of every black man who has sat on her back like an ottoman pulled from under the table for guests to rest their feet, have a drink and discuss the politics of the world too sophisticated for a female’s mind, who should know her place in silence when company is around. 72 more words