Ghana Calls By W. E. B. Du Bois - Giggle Poems
I liked my playmates, and knew well, Whence all their parents came; From England, Scotland, royal France From Germany and oft by chance The humble Eme ...
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My Country ’Tis of Thee By W. E. B. Du Bois - Giggle Poems
They’ll hardly note the little changes and their feelings and your conscience will thus be saved: My country tis of thee, Late land of slavery, Of the ...
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The Song of the Smoke By W. E. B. Du Bois - Giggle Poems
I am wreathing broken hearts, I am sheathing love’s light darts; Inspiration of iron times Wedding the toil of toiling climes, Shedding the blood of b ...
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Sather Tower Mystery By Ishmael Reed - Giggle Poems
Seems there was this Professor a member of what should be called The Good German Department Must have signed his name to 5,000 petitions in front of ...
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Chattanooga By Ishmael Reed - Giggle Poems
1 Some say that Chattanooga is the Old name for Lookout Mountain To others it is an uncouth name Used only by the uncivilised Our a-historical period ...
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Badman of the Guest Professor By Ishmael Reed - Giggle Poems
i u worry me whoever u are i know u didnt want me to come here but here i am just d same; hi-jacking yr stagecoach, hauling in yr pocket watches & mak ...
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What You Mean I Can’t Irony? By Ishmael Reed - Giggle Poems
A high-yellow lawyer woman told me I ought to go to Europe to “broaden your per spective.” This happened at a black black cocktail party an oil portra ...
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Passing By Toi Derricotte - Giggle Poems
After I tell them I am black, I ask the class, “Was I passing when I was just sitting here, before I told you?” A white woman shakes her head desperat ...
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Black Boys Play the Classics By Toi Derricotte - Giggle Poems
The most popular “act” in Penn Station is the three black kids in ratty sneakers & T-shirts playing two violins and a cello—Brahms.
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St. Peter Claver By Toi Derricotte - Giggle Poems
Miss Maturin made us fold our towels in a regulation square and nap on army cots. In blue pleated skirts, pants, and white shirts, we stood in line to ...
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Debridement By Michael S. Harper - Giggle Poems
We saw no action, eleven months twenty-two days in our old tank burning sixty feet away: I watch them burn inside out: hoisting through heavy crossfir ...
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American History By Michael S. Harper - Giggle Poems
Those four black girls blown up in that Alabama church remind me of five hundred middle passage blacks, in a net, under water in Charleston harbor so ...
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The Militance of a Photograph in the Passbook of a Bantu under Detention By Michael S. Harper - Giggle Poems
These threaded heads weigh down the ears in design of the warrior, Shaka, indifferent to the ruthless offerings over the dead bodies of his wives, chi ...
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Nightmare Begins Responsibility By Michael S. Harper - Giggle Poems
I place these numbed wrists to the pane watching white uniforms whisk over him in the tube-kept prison fear what they will do in experiment watch my g ...
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Grandfather By Michael S. Harper - Giggle Poems
In 1915 my grandfather’s neighbors surrounded his house near the dayline he ran on the Hudson in Catskill, NY and thought they’d burn his family out i ...
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Discrimination By Kenneth Rexroth - Giggle Poems
I’ve got pretty used to them In these past twenty-five years. I don’t mind if they sit next To me on streetcars, or eat In the same restaurants, if It ...
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Report to Crazy Horse By William E. Stafford - Giggle Poems
Crazy Horse, it is not fair to hide a new vision from you. A teacher here says hurt or scorned people are places where real enemies hide. And I will t ...
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Incident By Countee Cullen - Giggle Poems
Once riding in old Baltimore,??? ???Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,??? I saw a Baltimorean ???Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and v ...
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Yet Do I Marvel By Countee Cullen - Giggle Poems
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind,??? Why flesh that mirr ...
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Sisters in Arms By Audre Lorde - Giggle Poems
The edge of our bed was a wide grid where your fifteen-year-old daughter was hanging??? gut-sprung on police wheels a cablegram nailed to the wood nex ...
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Who Said It Was Simple By Audre Lorde - Giggle Poems
There are so many roots to the tree of anger??? that sometimes the branches shatter??? before they bear. Sitting in Nedicks the women rally before th ...
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A Woman Speaks By Audre Lorde - Giggle Poems
Moon marked and touched by sun??? my magic is unwritten but when the sea turns back it will leave my shape behind.??? I seek no favor untouched by blo ...
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Afterimages By Audre Lorde - Giggle Poems
For my majority it gave me Emmett Till his 15 years puffed out like bruises on plump boy-cheeks his only Mississippi summer whistling a 21 gun salute ...
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Coal By Audre Lorde - Giggle Poems
Love is a word another kind of open— As a diamond comes into a knot of flame I am black because I come from the earth's inside Take my word for jewel ...
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