Poetry
• TO AMERIKKKA - Tola Truth (aka Sherry Y.
Chovan)
• CRYING WITH MY GUN - Sherry
Y. Chovan
*TO
AMERIKKKA*
Sometimes I wish that I
didn't know how to write
that I didn't want
to make every wrong right
that I could run
off into the blackness of rhe night
that I
didn't see the lies in their eyes as I walked the
street
that I didn't stay up all night to
plot and scheme against a power I know has more ammo than
me
and I don't have a
military
and the thought of you destroying me
isn't that scary
because my pain is
real
my truth gives me the the will to move
ahead
the proof that you can't touch a knot
on the top of my nappy head
even if I am
alone now looking like the last of my
tribe
that's just for tonite I might be small
but I know how to fight
so even if I stand
here appearing to be the last with no gun just a knife that really is a
pen
I WILL
WIN
because after this book is closed it will
be opened again
to ignite a fire in my
people
there is no lie I won't see
through
and no line I won't write to uprise
my people
together a mighty force one day
WE WILL DEFEAT YOU
and if I'm not alive this
will be left here
holding up the beam of
light forever these words will fight
for me
and my people
forever,
Tola
Truth
(aka Sherry Y.
Chovan)
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*CRYING WITH MY
GUN*
Sometimes I feel
inadaqute.Sometimes I feel strong.Sometimes I feel all alone. What happened to
the fine strong male.What happened to the kind gentle female.Why is everything
beautiful really ugly.Why is everything ugly really beautiful.Every 6 a 9.Every
quater a dime.If only every song was a hyme.Every poem had a rhyme.Every man was
kind.I'd fell just fine.Not confined in my own mind.Traped in another
time.Feeling all the worlds suffering inside of me.Crying everyday even when
showing a smiling face.Because I know today 20 women where raped.Some of my
brothers will be gunned down and killed.Imprisoned for speacking against the
oppressors will.Turned away from treatment even though seriously ill.Mothers are
struggling.Babies are suffering.And I'm crying 'cause many are dying without
ever having the chance to live.And I don't want to be sad.But some families
tonite will get there dinner from the trash.And no one seems to care that
welfare is never enough cash.And some will say young one it's your dad that made
you mad.But I never was a princess.Just a wretched black girl in pretty
dress.
Sherry Y. Chovan, wretched
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Posted: Thu - August 1, 2002 at 05:47 PM