On a sheet of paper...
The 60s. .
Dr. King read a dream from a sheet of paper.
Huey P, read to me, that we needed to save us.
We needed to raise up, above the haze, cause
It is our job to avenge the slave blood
That is still in our veins, to this day, Bruh.
. . . & look at how far we’ve come, now.
Those words shunned doubt, & some frown
On the accomplishments, but somehow
We still see the sun, through the glum clouds.
60s literature said we had no need to dumb down.
Be intelligent & even though some drown
In the words that come out, come proud
Come loud, like the African drum sounds
That our heats beat to! Make you believe you!
Empower yourself with words & breathe the truth!
. . .In that way , these words freed the youth.
Ink on paper changed us: both me & you. . .
Me & you.
The 20s. .
I thank the Blues for Langston Hughes:
One of the predecessor of the change, the fuse
That sparked a movement in the hearts of school kids.
That said blacks were intelligent & then started to prove it.
Sharp and lucid were the words of Zora Neal Hurston,
Who said, if we didn’t want to feel hurt, then
We’d have to stand up & put real work in.
Take freedom from the enemy, ‘cause, still lurkin’
Were the decedents of men who’s steal virgins
From slave quarters. . the reason for our light skin
We had to fight & make them treat us like men!
The Harlem Renaissance spawned the writers
And their words spawned the fighter of civil rights
“Crystal Stair,” by Hughes gave Huey & little light.
Don’t suffer in silence became the adopted theme.
“Their Eyes Watching God”, by Zora, changed Dr. King.
The 20s Literature inspired blacks to speak the truth
. . .In that way, these words freed the youth.
Ink on paper changed us: both me & you. . .
Me & you
The beginning. .
Village elders, around fires, used spoken word.
Tales were told with voice, before men wrote the verbs.
The joy & hurt was heard in the voices of speakers.
Before silence of paper, noise was the teacher,
But speech’s flaw is that it could only reach the close.
Sometimes a voice can’t go as far as it needs to go,
But the development of ink provided seeds of hope.
Paper & written language was needed growth.
Then, a hymn changed communities, when spoken,
But changed the entire world when a man wrote it.
“Wait in the Water,” helped Langston gain focus.
Without reading, Zora would have remained hopeless,
But their minds were changed by written language.
They learned to use paper to vent the anguish.
Ancient African hymns helped them to see the truth
. . .In that way, these words freed the youth.
Ink on paper changed us: both me & you. . .
Thank God for written language.
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