This song makes me think of my grandfather. A good man who lived and provided never asking for thanks. Made me the man I am today.

_"There's no way I can pay you back. _*_But the plan is to show you that I understand."_*

This clip is a literal national treasure. Is it saved in the Library of Congress, hopefully?

0:07 Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye. 1:08 I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children. I have contracted. I have eased My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck. I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized Your luck And your lives from your unfinished reach, If I stole your births and your names, Your straight baby tears and your games, Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, and your deaths, If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths, Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate. Though why should I whine, Whine that the crime was other than mine?- Since anyhow you are dead. Or rather, or instead, You were never made. But that too, I am afraid, Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said? You were born, you had body, you died. It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried. Believe me, I loved you all. Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you All.

A musical version: kzbin.info/www/bejne/eGKXkKqHp7pgetU

I wish I could hear this without the music. My aging ears can only tolerate one beautiful thing at a time.

What a beautiful man with beautiful words.

Clay and BOTTLES made????

BOTTLES? DOES HE ACTUALLY SAY ‘’BOTTLES’ ?????

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Rest in peace, James Earl Jones.

Thank you dear sister ❤

The one and only Maya Angelou!!!

I'm not crying you're crying😢

Langston Hughes wrote one of favorite novels. Although it was fiction, it was based on real life in Chicago. The novel is “Knock On Any Door.” It was also made into a movie starring John Derek.

RIP you are the best

overly dramatic, poorly read, no flow, and she messed up the wording. city instead of clay.

This is my favorite poem ever! Simple yet compelling. It helped guide my entire life. Im 41 as of yr24 Thank you Gwendolyn Brooks❤❤❤

This is like a story of our DNA. E1b1a came from near the Euphrates and ended up here. This touches the soul.

Jesus loves us all 🙏💓🙏--Luke 18:14&14: 11--JESUS have mercy -we all will have our own individual universe with Jesus Divine Permission (like a teen asking daddy for the car keys 🗝️😂)& Jesus have mercy pray for my favorite star socialite and entrepreneur Dr Kim Nicole Kardashian esquire forever ♾️💍♾️ PLEASE please please.....

Woo! it hit deep. The sorrow in her voice, the stops, the continuity.

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One of my favorites ❤

This is my favorite poem to date. I remember being introduced to it in 5th grade Mr. Smith class. It’s always and forever since that day been the most beautiful, saddest literature I have ever read. You must know absolute internal depth to even begin to dissect further from the surface.

Lohem Dred Scott Alohem of God Yahweh Elohim...aka..'langston hughes of kenneth hahn"..then..and...calvin tryst benson-murphy OF david rockefeller..later..and eventually the trustee of henry ford motors compnay 'Isaac Cory Smith"...also named Hnery Ford ..the inheriter...today being april 23rd,2024..and thanks JFK fitzgerald for 'fast-food"...chief justice of the US of A...and general Eisenhower...with his adminstrator herbert hoover (and wife Lou hoover)..forr their 'brown vs. board of education...decisions. Eye Enohs YHWH "EL" Lohem

we wear the mask and the mask we wear to cover our cheeks in 2020 then 2024 now. ♥

i felt this exact same way. growing up in chicago my father was the only one who made money working outside in the winters of chicago he had 5 kids to take care of and never once complained about it no matter how cold or how much pain he was in, he always got the job done and no one used to thank him and it would break my heart. as a father of 2 babys at the age of 28, i have a hard time believing in myself sometimes it makes me understand how strong of a man he really was and still is til this very moment. time changes but true love always stays the same.

Beautiful I'm a poetry writer and lover It's so beautiful and smiling to of come across this most wonderful poem x

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It's the reason i love black culture..they speak by soul's..they are original..never copying..❤so true..

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It's cool to be cool.. just not others use your cool .

I did this poem at school today it was so good❤

This poem burrowed into my mind the very instant I first heard it. It's my favorite I've ever heard.

I like those words

My soul has grown deep like the rivers ❤❤❤wow. Sometimes I think about rivers and I think how they've witnessed it all. The same river bed my ancestors my ancestors stepped in when young and wanted a swim, is the same riverbed that was there before they were born, is the same river bed that will be there for my great grandkids. Rivers have borne silent witness to the start of slavery, the same water from the rains, down the mountains into the rivers, into the oceans, the oceans that carried slaves on ships; they've borne witness to colonialism and the fight for freedom, the same rivers the ancestors had to shower in as they survived fighting for freedom in the forests; the same rivers slaves were baptized in and from which sprung soul giving negro spirituals; the same rivers that helped the slaves escape by cutting off the scent-tracing dogs set upon them by the "massas". Indeed, the story of black people cannot be told without being mentioned in the same breadth with rivers. The Rivers, the silent witness , cheerleader and sometimes grave to the trials and triumphs of the negro. ❤ Thank you for posting this poem.

Interesting how Jazz apparently used to be a reference to jizz similarly to how rocking meant f*cking & how the word funk probably evolved somehow from f*ck. All music comes from the hornies.

WOW! The way she syncopates it is AMAZING! Like a jazz verse.

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Rip my Angeles ❤️

Life doesn't frightening me at all

Life it doesn't me at all ❤️❤️❤️

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Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn't frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud Life doesn't frighten me at all Mean old Mother Goose Lions on the loose They don't frighten me at all Dragons breathing flame On my counterpane That doesn't frighten me at all. I go boo Make them shoo I make fun Way they run I won't cry So they fly I just smile They go wild Life doesn't frighten me at all. Tough guys fight All alone at night Life doesn't frighten me at all. Panthers in the park Strangers in the dark No, they don't frighten me at all. That new classroom where Boys all pull my hair (Kissy little girls With their hair in curls) They don't frighten me at all. Don't show me frogs and snakes And listen for my scream, If I'm afraid at all It's only in my dreams. I've got a magic charm That I keep up my sleeve I can walk the ocean floor And never have to breathe. Life doesn't frighten me at all Not at all Not at all. Life doesn't frighten me at all.

At first glance, it's horseshit. But at second glance, it's wonderful. That's two ways. He's suggesting 13 ways to look at a thing. Why not 12 or 14?

Her reading just makes it all the better

GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The freemasons sent Mallory my 11th grade year to teach me how to be submissive to a woman. They thought her huge butt would make it easy for her to seduce me. I felt her bad energy and decided to ignore her. After 3 weeks of ignoring her she approached me for a conversation. She asked if she could come over my house for sex after school. I said yes and we went to my friend Roy house after school. She gave me oral sex and then went home. I decided to start dating Jeleah a week later. Mallory found out and beat Jeleah up. I then heard stories of Mallory having sex with multiple other boys in my class.