This article originally appeared in Southern Exposure Vol. 3 No. 1, "Southern Black Utterances Today." Find more from that issue here.
The following article contains anti-Black racial slurs.
The Following Poems Are From Images: Us, A Student Publication of Frederick Douglass High School in Atlanta, Georgia.
CONTAGION
i had for you
something i thought
was love
maybe it was
or
it could have been
physical attraction
(you know there's a lot of that
going around these days)
— Uhuru Ra
TRANSITION
i got an afro
but i remember when
i didn't have it
and i remember when
i had to put
Vaseline Petroleum Jelly
in my hair to keep it
as straight as a white lady's
and i remember back when
mama would straighten
me and my sister's hair
every Saturday night
then we'd go take a bath
and every time she'd send
us each to the tub with a warning
Don't you let that hair get wet
cause if you do, you're goin
to church the way it turns out
but that ain't so now
cause i got an afro
— Uhuru Ra
AND DEM DUDES
and dem dudes
on de cona
hang on de cona
sayin'
dey is
uptight, outasight
what's happening now
with de badest
rap dis side
of de Mason Dixon
and don't know what's happenin'
after their high
but dey still
jest go on sayin'
dey don't need
no leaders
'cause dey knows
where dey goin'
cause dey be flying
straight up
and ain't nowhere else to go
but
d
o
w
n
— Uhuru Ra
9/9/73
Now
You keep sayin'
''You holdin' up the struggle"
But You don't understand
That junkie, that wino — they all like they are
cause nobody gives a damn
You don't want to care or help them
You want somebody else to do it
You don't want the struggle to come so's they can get straight
But you want them to get straight so's the struggle will come
And then what?
- Jacqueline Barkley
She said
'Nigger'
was a controversial word
But
'Nigger'
ain't the controversy
It's
Niggers
— Jacqueline Barkley
and black children must go to school
because we need black knowledge
to survive
to love
and to live
black children must do more than learn
reading and writing and 'rithmetic
black children must learn to question
not to passively accept
black children must learn to analyze
to understand
black children must be educated
to govern
to love
to make peace
and to find freedom
and black children
must be BLACK children
because black IS beautiful
and black children
must be BLACK children
because black IS beautiful
— Jacqueline Barkley
ONE MORE DAY TILL THE REVOLUTION
I saw a young Black man
on the bus
The future was (is) in his face and hands
Our lives depended on him and others like him
He promised a beautiful liberated future
Until
He took out a pack of KOOL's
(the great menthol smoke)
Later
He will progress to pot
Then to coke
And then to hashish .. .
And the revolution will be put off
another day.
— Jacqueline Barkley
SEEPAGE
So much is lost between
the thought and the word—
Humiliating frustration to one,
but quite relieving
To my articulate adversary.
— W. O. McClendon
A STATE OF BLACKNESS
My freedom is within me and my people.
Hope is what keeps me pushing with the struggle.
Pride is what won't let me give up.
Being Black lets me know that only the strong survive.
Freedom is the state in which I want to live.
Hoping won't make this true, but struggling will.
Pride is a very powerful force; it keeps me going.
Being Black is Beautiful. And Black is what
I want to be.
— Robin Love
ME
That's me over there hiding behind
That big oak tree because I'm ashamed.
That's me there, running from what's
Really part of me.
That's me too. I'm looking for my
Future on the wrong road.
That's me again! I'm laughing because
I realized how stupid I was to
Be ashamed of what I really am.
This is me now full of pride, dignity and hope.
I've made it home.
— Elandis Willis
AND OUT OF DESPERATION
And out of desperation
we compose poems that will be read
we sing songs that will be heard
we love because it's so hard to do
we search for beauty because it's so hard
to find
we try to understand
when it's not hard to do
if you really try
but trying is the job
And out of feeling secure
we talk about what the people do
when the people is us
And out of desperation
we say things that mean so much
and yet nothing
And I write this poem
saying much of anything
and little of nothing.
— Aliya Rashida