Black Children Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

Black Children



i too was dumb for ah moment
until i gained that moment back
now teaching contractual diction to the young Blacks by the Black's Law Dictionary
so when you see me you see remnants of Ancestors beating fore our gains we ripping thru
written in reality
wid my Sinestar writing realities
yeah strata mine deeply
as we roll four deep Yaa Asantewaa
Harriet Tubman and guess
flipping signs leading wannabe enemies down dead ends stranded....

Saturday, September 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: today
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