Think about it...The more ugly the world treats one group of people
the more beautiful they become.
Consider how the human creature had walked the earth for all these
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A Poem For Pete Seeger:
It Is All Etched In Crayolas, January 28,2015
It is the coldest day, it is always the coldest
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La Tumbra Sin Nombre
The Unmarked Grave
The mother of plantains and holy thoughts
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The praying man does not let violence into his heart if his prayers are truly prayers.
He can be raised in violence.
He can have practiced violence at some point in
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The Immigrants
1.
It is incorrect in a society to have an exile that
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Oregon
Oregon, I remember you. The way your
trees were unregretful and made imploring love
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What Rusts In The Rain
(For The Memory Of William S. Burroughs & Typewriters)
It is Lawrence, Kansas and the sky opens
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If you have aged, it is not because
you have set out amongst the rocks
and cavernous dens of existence
to do so.
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I must tell you in life there, has
been nothing better than honey in warm
milk with consistent plain, bread warm like
unto human skin - except for peace.
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Broken-Hearted Blues
From Georgia those blues came walking, wearing worn shoes.
Broken-hearted, migrant from the orphanages,
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East St. Louis
Sorrow is not done for the Black man.
Here it comes, pouring down like
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Nothing is of purpose in this world but love.
Love has the ultimate value.
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The Day For Living Angels
It was sunlit that day and, we headed by car up to
Ohio Pyle in Pennsylvania.
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REVOLUTION, REVOLUTION, REVOLU-
God's palms lay beneath the earth.
The earth is not suspended in this...
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The Shroud
Reconciliation of the lost soul with the inquisitive soul and
the found.
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What Has Not Changed
In the evening, the ones that clean and cook head home.
No ride,
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We were in Washington D.C. to March so an assassinated Black man could have a holiday.
And, everywhere we went, there were these very poor Black people living in the shadows
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Romella Kitchens is a Pittsburgh-based poet who has been published in 5AM, The California Quarterly, Mainstreet Rag, The Autumn House Anthology, Chiron Review, Iodine Poetry Press, Mudfish Review and others. She has done poetry residencies and addressed many school groups concerning poetry. In 2014, she was a judge for the city wide level of Poetry Outloud.)
Brown Sugar Babies
Think about it...The more ugly the world treats one group of people
the more beautiful they become.
Consider how the human creature had walked the earth for all these
centuries and still can not get in a traffic jam without damning
everyone.
Mankind crawls through the window of the world and seeks gold but look
and behold the true secret to any prosperity is the spirit and the gold
of the spirit's gleaning. Look within yourself if you have trouble with that
meaning.
Think now of who you hate and hated for no reason except their skin color,
race, ethnicity or hue and how they still seem to be growing despite what
you say or do....
Brown sugar babies. Sweet to the taste. And, you know its true.