River Jordan
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When the river jordan runs dry
The voices of a 100 black slaves follow.
An agony containing a freshly checkered back
slices through the silence of white supremacy
demanding to be acknowledged
demanding to be heard
demanding to be
Promised
Land
a land where Jordan eternally flows.
The young black boy can be dipped by John.
And be lifted by Jesus.
No worry's of what path he goes
But the river has ran dry.
Evaporated through the heat damage.
blind by the steam of hijacked culture.
Left with the ashes of strange fruit.
But P.s. to the D.S. the voices will carryon
With the agony of a 'hood rat' black
We ain't ever stoppin' 'til the River Jordan flows back
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Black Girl Poetry
PoetryHello!! This is my first time sharing my poems. I am the founder of a poetry club at my school, but I feel as though I need to share my poems in order to be labeled as such. Sooo I decided to first post my poems onto here until I can get comfortabl...
