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by Mark Dixon

Black History month

A time to remember

A time to remember the struggle of black people

The struggle of my people

You gave us the shortest month of the year

Pretending that you care

Pretending that you regret enslaving my people

Pretending that you regret putting my people in shackles

You forced my people to work

Long hours in the cotton fields

Without a drop of water

To quench our dying thirst

Without a piece of bread

To relieve our hunger

We worked for you

Not by choice

But by the

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by: Kerri-Ann M. Smith

Dem yah school pickeney nowadays
Nuh know wah childhood mean,
Aftarall dem have all sorta computa
and calculata machine.
Memba in days gone by
When wi haffi count wid icicle stick?
Memba how much tamarind seed u did haffi save
Fi cyarry bright bright Monday mawnin fi avoid gettin lick?

Grade 1 wi learn how fi write joinin up,
Grade 2 wi learn bout a “wee little mouse”
Grade 3 wi practice di golden rule,
And tun Brownie fi clean people house.
Grade 4 Evan Jones teach wi bout
A

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by: Lia Thomas

Hurt once at 11 she turns to love not defined
walking the street in minis and boots from morning to night
in search of affection that she thinks is of one kind
she has no time to slow down cause money is time.

Time is what she’s left with and holds on to each day
cause money ain’t it, as the pimp comes and takes his pay
working hard for jobs where she’s told on her back lay
she travels when they enter her, cause in

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by: Lia Thomas

Please, turn and walk away
For I know I will make you stay,
Too much turmoil and mistakes to make
Too much love and patterns to break

Three years have passed since this love started
And six months ago was when we parted
Now you return and I am weak
Thought I was so strong, but I am suddenly meek

A love like this is so rare for me
It surrounds my vision and makes it hard to see
But if I could choose, Iwould want only

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by: Diamond Recca

Enduring the illusion of infinite penetration

I consumed the revelation of a vile manifestation

Possessing automatic non verbal communication

We united as one on a mystical level of mediation

So satisfying, so soul capturing, so mind captivating

So caught up striving to grasp the high score

So believing, so receiving, so gently the adversary

Lock me up throw away the key

Cause everything I see is deceiving to me

And so I fall sad dam and Gomorra

Purple thongs and all

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