I
just
remembered
A
time
when
I
am
just
black
Just
one
month
this year.
one
month
this year.
Please don’t honour me for just 31 days of the year.
Honour me every day and in every way.
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| Stephen Lawrence, stabbed to death for being black |
when you see me walking
towards you
or cross the street just to avoid me.
It’s alright to make eye contact, nod or even acknowledge my presence.
I’m probably headed to or back from work
when we meet…
matter of fact
the other day I was off to a café with a good book in hand.
when we meet…
matter of fact
the other day I was off to a café with a good book in hand.
Just
so
you
know,
I
want
absolutely
nothing
from
you
except
a little respect
all the days of the year.
Aluta Continua...
by
SirNigel
by
SirNigel
The first verse of this is a haiku by Sir Nigel (www.sirnige.com) and the rest are his words, I felt they sounded poetic so with his permission, I re-arranged his words into a poem.
copyright: sirnige
All images jacked from Google, too many to do fotocred.
copyright: sirnige
All images jacked from Google, too many to do fotocred.







2 comments:
A part of black history is the story of Toussaint L’Ouverture from Haiti who fought against the French oppressors and the slave trade. A dramatized clip of his last moments in prison is found here: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2468184/ This is from the film “The Last Days of Toussaint L’Ouverture.”
Hey Anon
Thanks for the link, much appreciated. I'll check it out.
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