TITLE: I Live My Life
AUTHOR: Philosophy Cold Man
I live my life; I feel all right.
I feel this striking strength to never lose.
As long as I awaken and accomplish my goal.
I have to be serious and expose
my goal to be
an entrepreneur with a University degree.
but I have to keep from going collapse.
I have to stay refrigerated, real cool.
serpents and snakes.
Poisonous streets are full of venom.
I had to suck the poison out my life.
Devils and monsters were developing inside of me
when I was in the street.
Stumbling through dark nights/
Trying to make it past the evil eyes/
My mind is full of intelligent cells,
but I was smoking weed catching hell.
I was in a pan burning on a daily basis,
In school suspending my whole life,
expelling myself from getting farther in life.
I was walking, fire burning my whole meaning.
All I needed was a little rain to sustain from burning pain
from falling in my grave,
to help me retain my goals and careers.
The street is a wheel of fortune game.
and then you go bankrupt.
I live my life and strive to never go back
to the streets /I escaped that/
To have a wife and beautiful black children
and raise them right, so their dreams and goals
can be easier than what I had.
until I realize I have to sustain from the titanic streets.
From my dad to me,
Now I got to break that cycle, that repeat of a family history.
I have to secure my goals.
I always have to be buckled up.
Tags: POETRY POEM
No Black History in School
The term education is derived from the Latin word educere,
Eight years later I see the same effects of this type of education in my high school. Today I look at why my school is in such bad condition. I look at the students who come to class to go to sleep and those students who come every couple of days to class.
I feel like it is in such bad shape, because students were not motivated to want an education. Maybe many teachers themselves suffer from lack of black education when they were coming up. Carter Woodson seemed to believe this even way back in 1933 when he published The Mis-Education of the Negro. Students need more Malcolm X, David Walker, and Ida B. Wells and less Easter Bunnies and Santa Claus.
Too Much Schooling, Too Little Education, the contributors tackle many of these issues. They describe one of the strengths of pre-integration schools as being the neighborhood setting, where parents, teachers, and students all interacted outside of school. We have lost that as well as having too little black history in school.
This problem hit home to me earlier this year. My teacher asked us if we knew of Ida B. Wells when we were beginning to study journalism. All the students said no. Ida B. Wells researched lynchings and wrote the book A Red Record
I went through elementary acting up in the class, not really interested in what teachers were teaching. Maybe if I knew what our people did to get us a better education, I would have taken it differently.
I should have learned my history in elementary. If I had learned these things in elementary, learning would be easier now.
During my time in senior high school, I read about when the Indians lived in America and how the Europeans used deceit to get the land. That was just a little taste of history.
Once I took this Students at the Center writing class taught by a teacher named Mr. Jim Randels. His class opened the world of black history up to me. I learned about the black holocaust. I learned about Egypt as an African origin and the real beginning of African American history. Black poets such as Langston Hughes, Gil Scott Heron, Nikki Giovanni, Etheridge Knight, and Kysha Brown started speaking to me as we studied them in class. I learned about revolutionary leaders such as Malcolm X, the Last Poets, and the Black Panthers. Mr. Randels is the teacher I never had. He is not the only one like this in the schools. For instance, my classmate Glenda Baker describes all the black history she learned from Mr. Blunt at Drew Elementary. But teachers like this are too few and far between. Or they are too overburdened with large classes, pressures for testing, and students who face difficult home environments to teach as well as they can.
Writing Not Drowning
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Tags: BLACK HISTORY US ME
My Only Serving
My woman is my soft-made, fresh-smelling
Syrups of sweetness, of sister uniqueness.
She is my Eggo I could never let go.
She is my Quaker Oats
with a recipe of love:
two cups of kisses and a sprinkle of cinnamon
My woman is
One firmly packed brown sugar.
She heats my oven to 450 degrees,
Her lips are smooth and creamy
like
Quaker Quick Grits.
My woman is my soft biscuit
sitting on the side.
She thickens my love for her.
My woman is my only
Serving.
--B y Bruce Coleman
Tags: POEMS WRITTINGS
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