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| Amanda’s Amazing Grace Amazing is a song it’s an illusion -in your mind it makes me feel glad and for some reason like I really belong to this country proud - American a reminder of my mom making me feel - like I wanna sing Amanda Tejada 10 yrs old ;11/2k1 |
| Dis’ Here’s Oura Las’ Chance We gotta run for our freedom We gotta run for our freedom No way no how -There’s no tuning back We have to press on -We gotta for our freedom I know you tired -I know yo’ feet hurt. But dis here girls oura last chance Dis heres’ oura last chance To get away from Massa Cuz’ I ain’t neva’ heard nuttin bout no decent white man befoe’. He don’t care nuttin - Bout us colored folk. All he cares bout’ is controllin’ me. Got me washing his lily white feet. Lettin’ his chilren’ ride on me Puttin rope round - My neck saying, “Nigga Giddyup”! I jus’ can’t liv’ like dat’ no mo’. I don’t wont us to be - A toy foe’ da white man no moe’. Eyes not an animal. Eyes a man. Eyes a black man. Eyes a black man with pride and a black man wit dignity. Ret’ ta die right here, right now today Foe you, foe me, and oura chilren Dat ain’t even been born - Yet so that we could all be free! And Massa he sneak and creep Puttin his tainted, devil white fluids into my black womans body. And Massa he jus’ cain’t wait foe’ me to challenge his authority So he could pull out his chains And whips and apply 50 moe’ lashes to my back! Don’t nobody deserve to be beat like dat’ I’d ratha slit the throats Of my chilren’ befoe I let them grow up And be da white mans property. I’d ratha thoe’ dem Ova’bored and let -Them drown to da Deepest part of da’ ocean befoe’ I let dem’ be born into slavery. I cain’t let dat white devil -hav’ my chilren…He ain’t gon neva’ get em’! So come on. Come on now here girl! I know you tired I know you ain’t got no shoes on yo’ feet. I know you hungry. I know dat’ baby in yo’ belly is drownin’ you of all yo’ energy. But we ain’t got no time ta think bout’ dat’ now Cuz’ we gotta run! We gotta run now! We gotta run now as Fast we can so dat we can be free… Even if dat mean we gotta die! We got ta at leas’ try…try and escape da wrath of da’ white mans path. Cuz’ you bess’ be’lieve, once he know we gon’ He gon’ send dem’ dogs out on oura trail and hunt us down like We vicious, savage beasts That have been unleashed To create havoc upon white folks society. We dun’ come to far. Tain’t no turnin’ back now. What you wanna do girl? Do you wanna live da’ die Or die tryin’ to be free? Dat’s how I wanna go. I’d ratha die tryin to be Free than ta’ eva’ die a slave. Those are the words dat’ I won’t on my tombstone As I lie 6 feet unda’ in my grave. So come on girl. Don’t you give up on me now. Dis’ heres oura las’ chance Oura las’ chance to either run free or stay here and die! 2000 jusBEA (of The Punany Poets) |
| *Important Notice* In JULY we offered a Youth Poetry Power WORDSHOP for children 8-12 at The Catskills Art Society in Hurelyville, New York. The children had a wonderful time exploring and sharing their creativity. If you know of someone or an organization who could appreciate a progressive creative arts WordShop, contact us regarding a customized class today. Classes can be customized for youth to adult participants. Smokin' Spoken Wordz Productions will share the gift of poetry and spread the word with any interested - creative grioup of children, teens, adults, seniors, inmates, teachers, artists .... |
| National Poetry Month News! Calling all poets and poetry fans. L. Monique will begin hostiing WORD O' MOUTH. A Spoken Word Open Mic Poetry Series EVERY THURS 7-9PM STARTING APRIL 3RD, 2003 @ Big Country Cafe (In Bethel on Rt17bWest) |