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BLACK HISTORY MONTH! ( POEM )

THE LEON KWASI CHRONICLES ✊🏿🇬🇭🗽🇺🇸

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FEBRUARY SHOULD NOT BE KEPT AS THE MONTH OF AFRICAN HISTORY

OUR GREAT ACCOMPLISHMENTS FROM ANCIENT NUBIA TO U.N.I.A OF MARCUS GARVEY

SHOULD NOT BE KEPT AS A MYSTERY

THE CONSEQUENCE TO DO SO

11 MONTHS OUT OF THE YEAR

HAVE BLACKS FEARING ALL THEY CAN ASPIRE TO GO IS INTO THE SPORTS, DRUG OR HOE GAME

AS OUR ANCESTORS TUBMAN, TO X, BOW THEIR HEAVENLY HEADS IN DREAD AND SHAME

SINCE THEY KNOW THE SYSTEM IS STILL BEING USED TO KEEP THE NEGRO YOUTH DUMB AND UNCOUTH

TO BE TRANSFORMED INTO CORPORATE EARNINGS

DEPOSITED IN CORPORATE PRISON BOOTHS!

-LEON KWASI KUNTUO-ASARE
AMERICA :DIVIDED WE STAND? !
VOLUME #2 : POETRY OF WE THE FORGOTTEN PEOPLE!
NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON KINDLE :
http://www.amazon.com/Leon-Kwasi-Kuntuo-Asare/e/B00KOMW9SA

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EDUCATIONAL STANDARDS AT WORK

By the Mighty Mumford

EDUCATIONAL STANDARDS AT WORK

Brian, our Department Head,

We’ll all score a “hundred” he said…

Or he’ll not sign

That we’ve passed his line,

We take it over till we did!

It’s something rather new,

Before, we could all manage to…

Score enough

To get through the stuff,

But our boss, he, must do this too!

No one is pleased by the prospect,

That we’d be labeled a reject…

Some of us are old

And truth be told,

Some consider this thing suspect.

–Jonathan Caswell

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Matter

DoubleU = W

I.

Masses of matter floating about,

Pressed together and flung about.

Black holes of nothingness,

Yet a universe of infinite masses.

Me, reduced to a speck of dust,

So why in all of this do I matter?

II.

Am I in anyway significant?

Does this speck of dust stand apart?

Hurled through space on a blue-green ball.

Do I even have meaning in this world?

And how do I fit into the greater cosmos?

Or am I just that speck awaiting destruction?

III.

May I leave a mark that will prove I’ve existed,

In this ever-expanding macrocosm?

May I prove my brief presence here,

Diminutively or to the nth degree?

What proof may I leave behind?

Will words only suffice?

IV.

Galaxy upon galaxy and yet here I am,

A cog in the universal wheel.

If I am but a dot within the greater creation,

Shall I shout at a…

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The Pit

DoubleU = W

happiness –

I don’t even know what

that means anymore

contentment –

to me that sounds

like some made-up word

direction –

I have enough of that

as I go the way I want

purpose –

my life can mean what you

decide it means after I’m gone

.

we find it necessary to

assign values and meaning

to everything

the pit in the center

of my stomach

tells me there’s no

reason to impute

meaning or reason

it’s only life

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Silence

Windmills of My Mind

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Don’t waste words on people who deserve your silence.  Sometimes the most powerful thing you can say is nothing at all.

Some few months ago, I was made aware in my place of employment that I had more enemies than friends. When I shrugged it off, it infurated them more. Then little things started to happen. I realized that come rain or snow they are not going to stop at this. I started the wheels in my head in motion. Everyday I would play certain cenarios. Then one day I realized it was taking too much effort. So I went along with the game. One day one of the guilty party asked ” Don’t you want to do something about it?” I shrugged my shoulders and said ” why would I work for and with people like these? Life is life, let it happen!”
Two weeks later it happened, just…

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I can show you God

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I can show you God

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Just thoughts and things to ponder on

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                                  I can show you God
The great search for God is fruitless for some.
I knew a woman from  Santa Cruz.  We sat together often drinking hot and tasty
coffee on the Santa Cruz boardwalk. Her heart was cold and dead.She  told me God is dead and forgotten.
We are just people struggling with no place to go or reasons to be alive.

I smiled and pointed to the sea.
I told her God is alive.
Look at the dancing sea.
The sun above us. Gifts for us from God.

God isn’t our master or guide.
Life is for us to decide.
She looked frustrated and asked.
Don’t God support to protect and save us?
Look at this world. War, murder, violence and dead-ends.”

I requested her to travel with me.
I…

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Sugar We’re Going Down: The Never Before Told Story of How I Broke Up With Someone at a Fall Out Boy Concert (and didn’t even get a song written about it)

Little Orchid

I trust by this time everyone has recovered from their 4th of July hangovers…you know or not. I don’t know your life. But now that the excitement from that is over and I’m done with my summer semester of grad school, I keep finding myself having no idea what I’m supposed to be doing. I keep looking at my laptop thinking things like “I should finish my homework” and then I remember I don’t have any. And it’s not like I spent excessive hours doing homework during the semester. I think it’s just really hitting me that I basically have two months of not knowing what the hell I’m going to be doing. Sure, I work part-time at Macy’s and volunteer twice a month. But like what the fuck is my life? You know what I mean?

Literally the only thing I’ve managed to accomplish is making myself feel like…

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