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Job 11:6

It is written, that one suffers because he has no education of the things he ought to know And that one suffers because his spirit seeks to do evil against one self; Derailing the original man with activities that weaken the spirit Activities which one could do away with If one be broken by the ancient father, As one comes […]

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Dust

It is only sane; That we know that a child is born from a womb, For if we are to say that a child comes from dust As we know, the ancient father said it Then of cos his words on be fruitful and multiply would be regarded as dust However, this dust which we call coloured today; Is the […]

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Broken

Here in all my chastity, or so I thought;  Here in all my rant of following Christ And posing as a sinless soul At a time when I said in my heart Take a rest, you are not involved in immorality Take a nap, foul language is far from thy lips Raise thy feet, others know you as a saint […]

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Black Woman

They call me black woman; No monograph, just black woman! Colored into a system, Colored into a stereotype No depictions of my strength or worth Just black woman. A name they estimate narrates who I am No permission or consent from me about who I am or what i want to be known as Just their depictions of what they peek from others Giving me roots and identities falling short of who I truly am Excluding my melanin and thick bottom Which is much more than who I am.

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[Spoken Poetry] Stacey-Ann Chin’s If Only Out of Vanity

Originally posted on Cellar Door:
If only out of vanity I have wondered what kind of woman I will be when I am well past the summer of my raging youth Will I still be raising revolutionary flags and making impassioned speeches that stir up anger in the hearts of pseudo-liberals dressed in navy-blue conservative wear In those years when I am grateful I still have a good sturdy bladder that does not leak undigested prune juice onto diapers—no longer adorable will I be more grateful for that than for any forward movement in any current political cause and will it have been worth it then Will it have been worth the long hours of not sleeping that produced little more than reams of badly written verses that catapulted me into literary spasms but did not even whet the appetite of the three O’ clock crowd in the least respected of the New York poetry cafes Will I wish then that I had taken that job working at the bank or the one to watch that old lady drool all over her soft boiled eggs as she tells me how she was a raving beauty in the sixties how she could have had any man she wanted but she chose the one least likely to succeed and that’s why when the son of a bitch died she had to move into this place because it was government subsidized Will I…

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Pricks Dicks Pricks

Originally posted on Musings:
Just like that. His words were so smooth they wiped her tears away. Words of promise. Rivulet after rivulet fingers cleared the waterworks as the words soothed the heart. They had a promise made, pairs of lips and then away. Both under the influence, it was a night to be confused. She was the ‘you’ll send…

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Justice: The need for public defenders in Nigeria.

Originally posted on Sisyphean Minds :
To say that our prisons are overcrowded is an understatement. To say that our judicial system is slow in passing judgments is also an understatement. People in our prisons are mostly incarcerated or allegedly staying longer than they should. The problem of delayed (or denied) justice, overcrowded prisons and means for a way out has been constantly discussed with little progress to show. This is because the question of how our citizens got into prisons rather than why they’re in there has not been properly asked. Why they should be in prisons is suppose to be asked and answered before they go in, not while they’re there. When the question of how victims of our justice system got there, incarcerated or otherwise; the dire need for public defenders will become obvious. Wikipedia defines a public defender as a lawyer appointed to represent people who cannot afford to hire an attorney. In Brazil, it constitution uniquely made provision for a public defender’s office at both state and federal levels. The office admits public defenders through civil service examination. In most parts the UK, public defenders service offices directly employ lawyers through the legal aid agency to provide advice in police stations and representations in courts. In the US, legal counsel is provided for those who can’t afford private attorneys through the public defender’s office. Countries like Germany, Singapore, Hungary, France, etcetera, provide some form of legal…

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The unforgiven

Originally posted on Sisyphean Minds :
On the edge of their matrimonial bed, the sad man sat confused, out of place, as if waiting for help, except he never brought himself into calling for it. He tried hard to read the note she left behind for him. He was trying to develop the courage to hear her reasons for doing what she did. He stopped looking at the note to wipe the tears in his eyes. It has been close to an hour since he came into the scene of the incident in their bedroom, alone, except for the remains of his wife lying cold on the bed. The neatly dressed bed suggests she went quietly, without much struggle. “There are different kinds of love they say. Happy love, sad love; family love, friendly love; love love….But what they didn’t say is all love hurts.” He read the note, drawing deep breaths and had one of his hands covering his mouth. He wept not only for his loss but for what he’d done; for the forgiveness he didn’t get and for not knowing how he’s going to live with himself. What he had done was more than a silly mistake. It was devastating how he never saw it coming. All the fatigues and headaches she claimed to have, whenever he asked why she seemed sad or “off”, were lies. He feared thinking her depressed. So he never used the word. The…

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