Classic poem of the day
I am the Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.
I've been a slave:
Caesar told me to keep his door-steps clean.
I brushed the boots of Washington.
I've been a worker:
Under my hand the pyramids arose.
I made mortar for the Woolworth Building.
I've been a singer:
All the way from Africa to Georgia I carried my sorrow songs.
I made ragtime.
I've been a victim:
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Member poem of the day
Wandering in a dark cold midnight,
the only respite being the faint moonlight.
Soft wind gushing in ear,
giving an immene feeling of someone hiding very near.
Carrying the fear in your heart,
pierced by sudden noises like a dart.
Always wishing someone to be with,
and letting go what is just an uncanny myth.
Holding on to the only way,
praying to the Lord to show the morning ray.
Preventing oneself from bursting into a cry,
sweat......
