Hey Black Child


Do you know who you are


Who you really are

Do you know you can be


What you want to be


If you try to be


What you can be

 
Hey Black Child


Do you know where you are going


Where you're really going


Do you know you can learn


What you want to learn


If you try to learn


What you can learn

 
Hey Black Child


Do you know you are strong


I mean really strong


Do you know you can do


What you want to do


If you try to do


What you can do

 
Hey Black Child


Be what you can be
L

earn what you must learn


Do what you can do


And tomorrow your nation


Will be what you what it to be

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"Hey Black Child" Countee Cullins

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        My desire to inquire more about you became the Hitler of my world

nothing deep describes the infatuation I have for you that you will never understand

the frustration of time being of its essence. If i had more of it maybe I could accomplish more of my dreams. 
But it's because of time that our affection is so undercover. watching the hands knowing that I gotta watch mine. the hands that I'm watching for are the hands of time... So there i was running . Smashing into you , chasing in your shadow trying to get to know you so you can look back and see my heart racing and Then boom , i got hit. I got hit by something I didn't see coming , i got hit by hurt anger and deceitfulness . and all the i told you so's started coming my way , and then the real EMT's came and i swore i was okay , but they shoulda checked me into the insane asylum because on the outside i was fine i was slowly but surely losing it until i kept saying to myself , its just a high school relationship .. i found my self jumping into the ocean of love , but not any type of love but that love that you know its so wrong , but feels so right. But finally you pinched me because i was having a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare rather .. 

- LB 

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A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind   

and floats downstream   

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

 

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and   

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom.

 

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

 

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   

so he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom. 

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- Maya Angelou 

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