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may - june
You, lazy, black man?
No my black man it’s the world
that sits idle
while you slave to smash the
white light and s-l-e-e-p.
And me...
Innocent 1 was, you came,
Guilty I am, you gone.
A dimpled cheek no more grace
my youth,
Only sanks and wrinkles from
fear and worry.
They want to take you black
man... Take my dreams and my
hopes. Close your eyes black
man...
I am your dream - the blue
emancipated
Woman.
I’ll unabort your aborted son,
Untie the life giving pipes,
Unstop the life giving pipes,
Unstop the milk drained
nippled prunes,
Connect the dead wires and
warm that empty
Cold hell,
Union the dead lids and unskim
the pupils,
Ivory soap away the sags and
wrinkles
Let in black light
Let in black respect
Let in black pride
Let in black love
Let in my Blue Man.
Rap
Rap
Rap onl
black
man
My Black Man
By Joyce Horton
Dedicated to all the sisters and
brothers, especially Leadrew and
Henry Sr.
Black man it’s getting dark
outside
you best prepare for the white
night’s ride.
And me, your black woman.
I’ll just sit here and...
Cry dry tears from all seeing
blind eyes,
Hear the soudless cries of two lives within,
Caress the sagging prunes, once ripened breasts,
Eat a ten dollar steak from a dirty paper plate...
Yes black man / am full, yet so
damn empty,
an Ebony vase waiting to be
fdled;
To have your black babies from a
womb dared open for fear the
child will be born alive.
That genius son you’ll never
have black man...
Only me, a black woman, pregnant with hopes
and dreams.
They said you had no dreams
black man.
But how can you dream when
white darkness
dare creep up your too long
surpressed brain?
page 4
“You have called me boy for nearly three hundred years.
NOW. 1 demand to be called what 1 am...A BLACK MAN.”
In this issue, The Spotlight would like to acknowledge in eulogy,
the death of the colored boy and proclaim the birth ot the new black
man. , .
There has emerged in this generation a new entity, full ot pride,
bursting with a new self image, pouring forth with determination and:
sometimes stagnant by anger.
For too long, the colored boy image has haunted our present and
threatened our future. For hundreds of years the colored boy knew
wheer his place was. He knew just how far he could get with an|
education, which at times was about the equivalent to where he
would have been if he were uneducated, but a few shades lighter.
He knew when to step off the sidewalks to let his “superiors” pass,
which backdoors to enter, whose eyes not to meet directly, when to
scratch his head and when to pat his foot.
For too long, the colored boy was crippled by the threat of
physical death. Thus he remained politically paralyzed by state laws
and national mores.
Instead of projecting an identity of his own, establishing his own
set of values, he processed his hair and demanded that his woman be
a carbond copy of her white counterpart. He abandoned his first
form of religious worship for a more sophistacaled and refined
worship service.
But all these things are past or will be very soon. The colored boy is
dead. May his soul rest in peace. However, this is not a time of
mourning but one of jubilent rejoicing, for not only can we rejoice in
the loss but we can rejoice in our gain.
This new entity is the new black man. There are many things about
this man that are very very obvious other than the length and natural
look of his hair.
The new black man has a walk that is peculiar only to him, he
walks with pride as though the entire world belonged to him and it
could and he knows this fact.
Politics has become his weapon to arrest the world, yet, he refuses
to confine his battle fields to state capitols and backroom caucuses.
Nor does he confine himself to words and ideas. He can be found in
the streets and in the alleys fighting (not the wine bottle) but fighting
his own battles against injustices.
This new black man no longer intends to wait patiently for wrongs
to right themselves. He has begun to establish his own set of values,
find his own place without it being predetermined for him.
Meanwhile this same black man accepts the Blues, the gospels, the
jazz his brothers and sisters sing as part of his heritage. The time is
quickly approaching when “Black Beauty” will be defined by the
black man for black people and not defined by white standards.
Yes, he has his own way of rapping, his own peculiar way of
walking. But we calute this new black man because he is first a
“MAN.”
black
man
EAD
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