Weekly Contest

Poetry contest
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Classic poem of the day

The lazy, laughing South
With blood on its mouth.
The sunny-faced South,
The child-minded South
Scratching in the dead fire's ashes
For a Negro's bones.
Cotton and the moon,
Warmth, earth, warmth,
The sky, the sun, the stars,
The magnolia-scented South.
Beautiful, like a woman,
Seductive as a dark-eyed whore,
Passionate, cruel,
Honey-lipped, syphilitic —
That is the South.
And I, who am black, would love her
But she spits in my face.
And I, who am black,
Would give her many rare gifts
But she turns her back upon me.
So now I seek the North —
The cold-faced North,
For she, they say,
Is a kinder mistress,
And in her house my children
May escape the spell of the South.

member poem of the day

Don't fear the fall down into the poverty caste.
I live in it and I'm dying in it,
and I tell you that in this deadly adversity,
suffering and uncertainty,
there's also passion and beauty,
dreadful community.
Down here you'll become more real.
We'll take care of you.