June Millicent Jordan was a Caribbean-American poet, novelist, journalist, biographer, dramatist, teacher and committed activist. Jordan is regarded as one of the most significant and prolific black, bisexual writers of the 20th century. more »
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June Jordan Poems
The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones...
well I wanted to braid my hair bathe and bedeck my self so fine so fully aforethought for
Jim Crow: The Sequel
We didn't always need affirmative action When we broke this crazy land into farms
Poem About Process And Progress
Hey Baby you betta hurry it up! Because
Poem For My Love
How do we come to be here next to each other in the night Where are the stars that show us to our love inevitable
In Memoriam: Martin Luther King, Jr.
I honey people murder mercy U.S.A. the milkland turn to monsters teach
Letter To The Local Police
I have been enjoying the law and order of our community throughout the past three months since
It’s Hard To Keep A Clean Shirt Clean
It’s a sunlit morning with jasmine blooming easily
Problems Of Translation: Problems Of Lan...
1 I turn to my Rand McNally Atlas. Europe appears right after the Map of the World.
What Great Grief Has Made the Empress Mu...
Because it was raining outside the palace Because there was no rain in her vicinity
Poem on the Death of Princess Diana
At least she was riding beside somebody going somewhere fast
A Poem AAbout Intelligence For My Brothe...
A few years back and they told me Black means a hole where other folks got brain/it was like the cells in the heads
For Alice Walker (a summertime tanka)
Redwood grove and war You and me talking Congo gender grief and ash '
A Song For Soweto
At the throat of Soweto a devil language falls slashing claw syllables to shred and leave
July 4, 1974
At least it helps me to think about my son a Leo/born to us (Aries and Cancer) some sixteen years ago
Quotationsmore quotations »
''... the victim accommodates to power. The victim doesn't want anymore [sic] trouble.''June Jordan (b. 1936), African American poet, essayist, and social critic. On Call, ch. 4 (1985). Written in 1982.
If we lived in a democratic state our language would have to hurtle, fly, curse, and sing, in all the common American names, all the undeniable and representative and participating voices of everybody...June Jordan (b. 1936), African American poet and social critic. On Call, ch. 4 (1985). Written in 1982, on schools' and other social institutions'...
''We are the wrong people of the wrong skin in the wrong continent and what in the hell is everybody being reasonable about?''June Jordan (b. 1939), U.S. poet, civil rights activist. Passion.
I am a feminist, and what that means to me is much the same as the meaning of the fact that I am Black: it means that I must undertake to love myself and to respect myself as though my very life depen...June Jordan (b. 1939), U.S. poet, civil rights activist. Address, 1978, to the Black Writers' Conference, Howard University. "Where Is the Love?" Movi...
In America, the traditional routes to black identity have hardly been normal. Suicide (disappearance by imitation, or willed extinction), violence (hysterical religiosity, crime, armed revolt), and ex...June Jordan (b. 1939), U.S. poet, civil rights activist. repr. In Moving Towards Home: Political Essays (1989). Black Studies: Bringing Back the Perso...
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones: Poem # one
well I wanted to braid my hair
bathe and bedeck my
self so fine
so fully aforethought for
I wanted to travel and read
and runaround fantastic
into war and peace:
I wanted to
and be conquered
I wanted to pickup the phone
and find you asking me
if I might possibly be alone
(so I could answer cool
as the jewels I would wear
on bareskin for you
you comin ova?"
But I had to remember to write down
margarine on the ...