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Page 12 » SPELMAN SPOTLIGHT * January-February, 1987
MARTIN
A man . . . just a man
Who believed in peace, justice, and equality
for a people for which such was a foreign notion
A man . . . just a man
with a dream that one day his children
all children could bathe in the oils of
equal opportunity and work will all
children to spread a simple message of love
A man . . . just a man
with beliefs, goals, and dreams as any
man, woman, or child believes dreams, and has
goals to reach . . .
A man . . . just a man
Slain for his beliefs, goals, and dreams
for a world who wished his vision of reality
to remain a foreign notion . . .
A man . . . just a man
Kathryn Stanley
The Struggle Continues
Has the lynching stopped?
No . . .
They still hang us with the ropes of inequality
and misunderstanding . . .
Have we left the back of buses?
No . . .
We now hang our dark faces in lines for soup
and checks already spent . . .
While they smile through thin lips from Neiman’s
or the American Cafe . . .
Is segregation repealed?
No . . .
They keep us in football and tap dancing while
they make laws which keep them there . . .
and us, where?
. . . somewhere
Is the Movement over?
Apathetic attitudes may suggest ...
The jargon is more Sophisticated . . .
But by no means is it over . . .
THE STRUGGLE CONTINUES
Kathryn Stanley
My Special Friend
“ME”
There must be a reason w/iy I feel so alone
Must I Always long for someone to call my own
Aren’t women so very much aware
If how sincere I am and how much I care
First I must realize
I must be first in my eyes
I can’t allow myself to become lost in someone
For if I do I cease to realize I am the one
I know that my heart and feelings and sincere
AncLfor that special one I will be oh so dear
I must realize I have to be my number one concern
And this feeling of being alone I must spurn
Love itself must come from the heart
Love of oneself I must master like an art
For when it is all over said and done
When in need I will always have to come
When I am at the end of my rope
In myself I must reach down and find hope
I will always be my very best friend
And love myself until the very end
In this world of struggle and despair
I must realize there is always someone who cares
The who cares is in the sky above
I trust and believe Christ will always shower
me with his love
Tim Melchor
My Black Man
A friend through all your troubles,
A guide through all the pains.
A hand to lead you through the times
Someone who knows your name.
A companion for the days,
A friend down through the years
A heart to share your troubles,
A hand to catch your tears.
A friend is not just a person,
Who’ll always show they care.
But a friend is someone special,
Who when in need is always there
Whenever you’re in trouble,
Or whenever you’re mind is in doubt.
When you’re trapped inside the
worst of jams,
A friend will let you out.
A friend cares from inside,
Like most good people do.
But a friend is though of more,
Cause she wishes the best for you.
A friend is someone special,
Who’s always doing their best.
To somehow make you feel,
A cut above the rest.
Gus Tom-Sahr
Love Is You
Love is you, Love is me,
Love is everything, can’t you
see? Love transcends all emo
tions. Love isn’t always reliable.
Love isn’t always describable.
Love is inevitable. It can be
found among the glistening
stars. It can probably be found
even on Planet Mars.
Love is you. Love is me.
Love is everything, can’t you
see? Love can’t be eluded, no
don’t try to fight it. Love is a
powerful force, so don’t try to
deny it. Love is a natural high.
You can have it in the twinkling
of an eye.
Love is you, Love is me,
Love is everything, can’t you
see? Love is a real good feeling,
a feeling that sends a sensation
through our bodies. Love is no
mystical power. Love is here,
now, this very hour.
Love is you, Love is me,
Love is everything, can’t you
see? When we encounter love,
when we find that love switch
and flick it on high, we can love,
LOVE, LOVE AND KEEP
LOVING, LOVING, LOVING
all that which is love, and there
is no true love without reciprocal
love. Love has no restrictions.
Love is free, free as the
moonlight.
Love is you, Love is me,
Love is everything, can’t you
see? Love is a magnetic force
that’s inseparable. Love is flow
ing, glowing, yet the flow, the
glow may be painful, but love
must be balanced. Love is in us,
it shines through us. Love is the
ultimate force that lies deep
within our hearts.
Love is you, Love is me,
Love is everything, can’t you
see? Love is an infinite force that
will never die, for even when we
perish, there will always be love.
But love don’t mean nothing,
my sisters, if you DON’T LOVE
YOURSELF!!
My Black Man
The one I entrust my love, my
feelings, and my body with.
The one I entrust my offspring,
our future, and our destiny
with.
My Lucious Black Man
Who’s strength I depend on for
security
Who’s courage and wisdom I
depend on for strength
Who’s faith I depend on for
courage
My Serious Black Man
He who others envy, desire and
despise
How can I be your Black
Woman?
How can I be yours, when you
don’t even realize,,
that’s all I want to be
Instead of loving me, you abuse
my love, my feelings and my
body
How can I be yours, when you
deny, disappoint and destroy
my offspring, our future and
our destiny
How can I be your Black
Woman, when you don’t
even know how to be my
Black Man?
Everyday the world
dehumanizes, degrades and
de-man’s your masculinity,
and you feel you must come
home to me and prove that
you are-
Well, what you are is my Black
Man
A man who’s roots are deep in
God’s earth and the fullness
there of
A man who was rocked and
nurtured in the cradle of
mankind and the bossom of
Abraham
A man who grew strong and tall,
so strong, that when the
world and the causes therein
sliced you down, you simply
grew taller and stronger and
blossomed
My Black Man, who doesn’t
even try to be his own man
How can I expect you to be my
man?
Where is your pride - Black
Man?
Did it die with W.E.B. Dubois?
Where is your self esteem -
Black Man?
Did it fade away with Elijah
Muhammed?
Where is your courage - Black
Man?
Was it assassinated with
Malcolm X?
Where is your allegiance - Black
Man?
Was it imprisoned with Martin
Luther King, Jr.?
Where are you Black Man?
and where am I in relation to
you?
Where are you going Black
Man?
and do you know or care where
you’ve been
Be a man, Black Man -
Your own Black Man
and I’ll be your Black Woman,
Black Man . . .
by Angela E. White