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African Dancer For Langston Hughes Dance my dancer of Africa through the great fields of Africa. Pounce upon the drums of your tribe, by yellow shades of morning before me. Dance with untamed spirit, beneath the silver face of the moon, beneath infinite blue skies. Stomp your feet my queen of Africa into the fat face of genocide. Break the bones of apartheid. Break bread above the mouths of children. Visions of basketballs dance in their head. Visions of signing record contracts. Visions of hootchee mama in tight video skirt, weave down to here. Dance my queen, let your blackness run down white house steps. Blood of the dead trickles down designer neckties of blue eyed fascists. Dance for shot down Black boys cradled in the arms of mothers. Dance for Emmett Till dead at 4teen. Dance on shrouded faces of skinhead rally. Cut their throats with swastikas Hatred splash like acid on impressionable Teenagers. Guns, grenades in locker behind American History textbook. Dance for Latasha Harlin gunned down in her orange Reeboks in Korean convenience store By white assimilation Affirm your actions with swift kicks in imperial stomach Dance against a million lashes across black back House niggers stroking strands of blond hair wash 400 hundred years of piss & shit out of white folkses underwear for ham hocks and pig feet. First black actress wins Academy Award for playing Aunt Jemima. Dance for Butterfly McQueen who don't know nothin' bout birthin' no babies Dance for Malcolm Dance for Martin Dance for Betty Shabazz 3rd degree of inner city change Three degrees of burn Set by hands of grandson Trade handguns for NWA tickets Secure suburbia home with NRA bumper stickers Come on I'll show you where my dad keeps his gun Bean pie brother for a dollar of your time To build our temple by community money Black men with naked pockets, lint where money used to be Stand on street corner discover the beauty of Jack Daniel's HELP ME I'M DYING BY BLACK ON BLACK CRIME I'M BECOMING EXTINCT. MY SOUL is LOST. Dance sista for dead black queers unknown to the world Dance for Essex Dance for Assoto Saint Dance for the fierce drag queens whose fathers don't understand. Dance for Melvin Dixon. Dance for Joseph Beam. Dance for Joe Joe who died of ridicule & lost acts of love. Dance for my black ass daddy who is a good man, but won't do the right thing, who can't stay out of jail, Who lies, steals & cheats. Dance for my mama worried, crying, defenseless in her turquoise night gown, bags beneath her brown eyes. Dance for teenage pregnant sista's Thrown out by loving parents. Dance for queer sons who have no explanation For Playgirl discovered under mattress. Dance African Dancer against child abuse. Dance across houses of refuge for battered wives who have had enough. Mother of two bludgeons husband with iron. Dance for political prisoners. Dance against nightsticks stuck up ass of innocent bystander, for the freedom to write poetry about it all. Dance for Billie Holiday, Dorothy Dandridge, Louis Armstrong, Bessie Smith, Josephine Baker who walked in from the back door so we could walk in from the front. Dance for Langston Hughes, Ralph Ellison's: Invisible Man Richard Wright's: Native Son Dance against the burning crosses put out by the water hoses of Black America. Dance for the black fists of America. Afros glisten in the sun of Egypt. Eyes witness to a mama who holds her bloody son. Dance against tightropes, around a brotha's neck Burn down the oak trees where bodies hung like earrings. Dance for unity in the community. Come to the front of the bus Rosa. Hold the light that sparked Civil Rights. Come on Medgar Evers. Come on Nat Turner. Come on Sojurner Truth. Come on Harriet Tubman. Come on Marcus Garvey. Get up here Dr. Martin Luther King. Get up here Malcolm. Get up here Emmett Till. Get up here Paul Robeson. Get up here Harriet Wilson. Get up here William Wells Brown, Frances Harper, Ida B. Wells. Get up here Langston Hughes. Get up here Fannie May Harper. Move over white folks with your ropes & plantations & blood white hoods & politics. Turn off your hoses; call off your dogs & police brutality of Alabama I'm not asking, I'm telling you. I'm taking the keys to your shackles. I'm reserving the seat to the lunch counter of this country. American apple pie from white only restaurants. Muthafuck the American Dream The American Dream comes in slices But I don't want a slice. I want the whole damn pie & a tall, cold glass of milk to wash it all down with. Betta check for razor blades, pipe bombs in that pie. Reflections of picket signs in the milk that says, Niggers Go Home Niggers Go Back to Africa Fuck you Richard Nixon! Fuck you Bill Clinton! Fuck you Andrew Jackson! Dance for Mumia. Dance for Indonesia Mama working in sweat shops for Wal-Mart 2 dollars a day because for every low down price, a China woman's throat is cut. Her children go hungry. Fingers worked to blisters for rich brats. Silver spoons stuck in trust fund pussy. Go to hell Michael Jordan, peddle your Air Jordan's some place else BROTHA! Kiss my black pro-life ass Joan Rivers you have nothing to offer the world. Go fuck yourself Anita Bryant, General Motors who lay off factory workers after 20 years. daughters of broken homes, sons of empty stomach, bare ass, torn jeans, crying eyes. Fuck you John Hanvey cancer eats away at your blackened lungs piss plasma in toilet of Chicago hotel 22 hrs away Go to hell cold blooded walking hate crime 7teen year old hates gays. Homo Christian sin. Get your religion out of my bedroom. Take the self-righteousness with you. You can have your God Hates Fags signs. Dance against the rape of Native Americans on bed of reservations, against black woman on bed of plantations founded on bones of ancestors. Move over with your eyes as blue as the sea that drowned Kings & queens & children of kings & queens Move over white folks MOVE THE FUCK OVER!!!!!!!!!
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