Paul Roberson died..

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  1. d-rell

    d-rell New Member

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    Diary of a Veitnam Vet 1976​

    He violently flenches as he tries horror witness in the trenches of Veitnam
    Glacing in the mirror patting and picking his roughly trimmed afro
    switching out of his his high shorts and knee socks, into his polyester corduroy hip huggers
    with grease he smuthers his eyebrows
    listening to the Mother Connection classic 'Starchild'
    Suddenly his floormate knocks on his termite tarnished door, slowly turns his rusty doornob
    "Hey John" she'd say in a childlike voice, he used to laugh at how she resembled Ja'Net Du Bois
    They usually would tie belts around there arm and take walks through "Macarthur Park"
    But she's got this semtimental glair in her eyes, so he figured somebody died, he ask who ?
    then she replies.. Paul Robeson
    Instantly bringing to his rememberance the dismalness and the nevervousness of the day Malcolm was shot behind the Audubon Ballroom podium
    then to pour more sodium, in the black wound - Martin Luther King and George Jackson were of course forced to pass too soon
    She comforts him on his sunken counch in his shrunken den
    she emptys out his astray out, "Its time for change" he says, while dumping out his blaxplotation films
    "The Mack", "Superfly", "Mandingo", and even "Cotton Comes To Harlem"
    ? She's grilles but the sympathetic mood at hand forces her to restrain her "The fucks your problem ?"
    he pours out all the liquor in his kitchen closet, on to the street and tosses bottle
    His floormate sensing his grief, puts on a Max Roach classic
    He goes to his to his personal library and opens to a Maya Angelou passage...

    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing

    The caged bird sings
    with a fearful trill
    of things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill
    for the caged bird
    sings of freedom. - "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings"



    ~1~
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  2. LadyL257

    LadyL257 New Member

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    umm...i dont know what to say about this...for the topic it was good and on point..but it wasnt that intresting....but its good 2 see somethin else different on here...

    1Luv
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  3. MISSKEYdaQUEEN

    MISSKEYdaQUEEN Watch the black panther..

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    No one or at least very few know the significance of Paul Roberson to our people. He is one of my hero's not just for his unbelievable haunting sincere voice, but for his strength and unorthodox actions. He was a strong black man.

    This piece is creative...very unique. Thanks for blessing us with this!!
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  4. ProjectEnglish

    ProjectEnglish free beer tomorow

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    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing

    The caged bird sings
    with a fearful trill
    of things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill
    for the caged bird
    sings of freedom. - "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings"




    thats not by you is it??!!
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  5. d-rell

    d-rell New Member

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    Nah thats Maya Angelou yo..

    Appreciate the good looks right..~1~
    test
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