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- Parent Category: Poetry & Prose
- Category: Poems
- Created on Tuesday, 18 September 2012 15:23
- Last Updated on Tuesday, 18 September 2012 15:23
- Published on Tuesday, 18 September 2012 15:23
- Written by Sam Stewart
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I bought a black market ticket on the underground rail road
they decorated the trees with brothers like me
I followed the signs that colored me
I always sat in the back
my books were an illegal substance
my civil rights were a nightmare yet I still had a dream
with one fist above my head I fought the dogs in the street
like a soldier on the fields I was blasted with water cannons
the national guard took me to school
when I spoke up the bullets pierced my flesh
crosses burning, churches burning they were castrating me from society
they bombed my father’s house
in Tulsa they condemned the street where I had my black wall
out of Africa the panthers were loose in the streets
the revolution was televised
and it still is the ballot or the bullet
I VOTED
Sam Stewart was born in Washington, DC. The youngest of three children, Sam was educated in DC public schools and was also a student of Atterbury Job Corps Center in Edinburg, Indiana. Sam has dedicated his life to studying that which motivates the human spirit. Sam's first book Poetic Therapy is a testimony to his journey.
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