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Somebody must show that the Afro-American race is more sinned against than sinning, and it seems to have fallen upon me to do so.

quote by Ida B. Wells
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The Afro-American is not a bestial race.

quote by Ida B. Wells
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Demons 2

we like to sin
we like to think that when we sin
it is not us that sin
but some demons pushing us to make the sins

even in sinning we need some escape goats
the demons made me do it
damn these demons in my head!
i am innocent
the demons pushed me to do the sins i do
they are so many of them
these damn demons in my head
and i am just alone
(my sweet conscience
implanted by God)

these damn demons
they push me on the dead-end edge where i can do nothing but sin

nice, human logic,
less responsibility for sinning because someone did the sinning for you

not me,
when i sin, i sin alone, i sin myself, and there is no escape goat to blame
there are no horns, no goats, no snakes handing me the apple to bite,
no adam no eve no cains or abels no genetics involved in here

i have sinned through my own fault.in my own fault,
in what i think, in what i do, in what i have failed to do,
in what i have failed to think,
and i ask all the angels and saints to help me get away from

my own faults, my own and nothing but my own
this sinning

my own responsibility and i ask my God to forgive me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An American Soldier

Proud to be in the Army
A government Agent
Sent across the sea
This is an American Soldier

Dressed in a uniform
To show his allegiance
And weather the storm
This is an American Soldier

Sworn to protect you and I
Defender of freedom
and willing to die
This is an American Soldier

Given a secret mission
He completes his orders
Through strong ambition
This is an American Soldier

In foreign lands he attends
To the fallen soldiers
Whose wounds need to mend
This is an American Soldier

Upon his return he cries
Becoming a hero
He says his goodbyes
This is an American Soldier

Gratified our nation stands
With heads held high we aim
To honor this man
This is an American Soldier

A soldier is what you see
More than a warrior
He is part of me
This is an American Soldier

…This is my brother
An American Soldier

© 2009 Tracey Marquart

poem by Tracey Marquart
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The Afro-American is thus the backbone of the South.

quote by Ida B. Wells
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A Promise Good To Keep

Hoe as we sow so we reap
this through long years I know
much more sinned against low
than sinning in trouble torment deep
is a promise to God good to keep.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The only times an Afro-American who was assaulted got away has been when he had a gun and used it in self-defense.

quote by Ida B. Wells
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The mob spirit has grown with the increasing intelligence of the Afro-American.

quote by Ida B. Wells
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Since the age of 12, all my musical thinking has been influenced by Afro-American music.

quote by Alexis Korner
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The South resented giving the Afro-American his freedom, the ballot box and the Civil Rights Law.

quote by Ida B. Wells
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I might be a Cuban American, but I'm also an Afro-Cuban American.

quote by Jon Secada
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Sinning

Back in the night is the father of hell,
By command that I wont go (? ),
If your a stranger your life is in danger,
So guard your lives.
Ive a vocation of verse meditation,
I know if its to ditch,
Optimum (? ),
Yes Im a witch.
No fantasy,
Youre stuck with me,
No wonder evil, none is there to be found.
Sinning every day,
Cussing all the way,
Sinning every day,
Cussing all the way.
No fantasy,
Youer trapped with me,
Just dont get tired and I wont bring you down,
Sinning every day,
Cussing all the way,
Sinning every day,
Cussing all the way.
Rather be a bitch, just look at me,
Bein a witch is what Id rather be,
You just make me mad, Ill let you see,
What Id rather be,
What Id rather (be/feel),
Bad as I can be,
Mad as I can be,
What Id rather see,
What Id rather be,
Bad as I can be,
Bad as I can be.
No fantasy,
Your stuck with me,
There ae no reasons on this earth to be found.
Sinning every day,
Cussing all the way,
Sinning every day,
Cussing all the way.
No fantasy,
Youre trapped with me,
Just dont get tired and I wont bring you down,
Bad as I can be.
Sinning every day,
Cussing all the way,
Sinning every day,
Cussing all the way.
Rather be a bitch, just look at me,
Bein a witch is what Id rather be,
You just make me mad, Ill let you see,
What Id rather be,
What Id rather (be/feel),
Bad as I can be,
Mad as I can be,
What Id rather see,
Mad as I can be,
What Id rather be,
Bad as I can be.
Thats what I would rather be,
Just as bad as I can be,
Thats what I would rather be,
Just as bad as I can be,
Thats what I would rather be.

song performed by by Grace Jones
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Doctorate And Connoisseur’s Wife

She was a daughter of a teacher, turned cheater;
And better half of a legal dealer.
Body rich and fresh as wife of bath,
But know how rotten and sick as defamed path.
Harassed and shamed her teacher till her last cell,
Drawing muddy waters from dogged scholasticism well,
Forced her simpleton teacher to act wrong,
Deceived and blackmailed for her theme song.

She was an all wicked creation,
Valued were rooted through corrupt foundation.
Morals, barren as daughter of washer man in Wasteland;
And brought up by the sick and smocked hands,
Attempted the doctoral trophy by sinning,
But the poor teacher more sinned without sinning.

poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Young American

They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture windows
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American
Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday
Have you been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have
And
All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
You want the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
I heard the news today, oh boy
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?
All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American
Young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
(I want with you, I want with you want)
All right
(You want it, I want you you, you want I, I want you want)
Young American, young American, I want the young American (I want to want, to want, to want , to want I, I want you)
All right
(Lord I wanted the young american)
(young american)
Young American, Young American
I want the young American
Mmmmmm mmm

song performed by by David Bowie
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Young Americans

They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down, he frowns
Gee my lifes a funny thing, am I still too young?
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, shed have taken anything, but
All night
She wants the young american
Young american, young american, she wants the young american
All right
She wants the young american
Scanning life through the picture windows
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her ford mustang, but
Heaven forbid, shell take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries where have all papas heroes gone?
All night
She wants the young american
Young american, young american, she wants the young american
All right
She wants the young american
All the way from washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?
All night
He wants the young american
Young american, young american, he wants the young american
All right
He wants the young american
Do you remember, your president nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday
Have you been an un-american?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-sheilas
Aint that close to love?
Well, aint that poster love?
Well, it aint that barbie doll
Her hearts been broken just like you have
And
All night
You want the young american
Young american, young american, you want the young american
All right
You want the young american
You aint a pimp and you aint a hustler
A pimps got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler
Blacks got respect, and whites got his soul train
Mamas got cramps, and look at your hands ache
I heard the news today, oh boy
I got a suite and you got defeat
Aint there a man you can say no more?
And, aint there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, aint there a child I can hold without judging?
Aint there a pen that will write before they die?
Aint you proud that youve still got faces?
Aint there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?
All night
I want the young american
Young american, young american, I want the young american
All right
I want the young american
Young american
Young american, young american, I want the young american
(I want with you, I want with you want)
All right
(you want it, I want you you, you want i, I want you want)
Young american, young american, I want the young american (I want to want, to want, to want , to want i, I want you)
All right
(lord I wanted the young american)
(young american)
Young american, young american
I want the young american
Mmmmmm mmm

song performed by by David Bowie
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The Chamber Of Hell

The chamber of extreme sin is like Hell,
Going on would excite my shoulder.
This escaped, this I know, this I know,
This escaped and let Hell loose.
The chamber of horrific comfort
Expelled members of sin, those who sinned.
This sinning person wants to know why
He is a devil, but why is he something evil?

poem by Naveed Akram
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Young Americans

They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
Chorus (he)
All night
She wants the young american
Young american, young american, she wants the young american
All right
She wants the young american
Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her ford mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"
Chorus (she)
All the way from washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"we live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
Chorus (he)
All night
He wants the young american
Young american, young american, he wants the young american
All right
He wants the young american
Do you remember, your president clinton?
Do you remember, bill, you have to pay
Or even yesterday?
Have you have been an un-american?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have
Chorus (you)
All night
You want the young american
Young american, young american, you want the young american
All right
You want the young american
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(i heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman i can sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child i can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?
Chorus (i) (repeat 3 times)
All night
I want the young american
Young american, young american, i want the young american
All right
I want the young american

song performed by by Cure
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A New Year Thought

Brother, who on some near morrow
Makes a pledge conceived in sorrow
Makes a New Year resolution
Seeking plenary ablution.
Makes a vow to cease from sinning
With this New Year's beginning
Here's a thought to give you gladness,
Here's relief from old year sadness.

Brother, you and I are men.
We have sinned; and yet again
Shall we sin. An old year's dying
Still shall find us ever trying.
Yet here is a thought worth knowing,
While our wild oats we are sowing,
Sowing where we may not reap
Here's a thought to have and keep.

Why waste effort in our sinning,
For no goodlier grace we're winning?
Let our failings serve an end
That shall stand us as a friend.
But when we make resolutions
Bets of New Year institutions
Let us heed the later breaking
In an effort of their making.

Thus, philosophy is giving
Some excuse for our loose living.
For, while these resolves we make
Now to hold, and now to break,
We are in our misbehaving
Helping greatly with the paving
Built of potsherd, scrap and shred
That we'll some day have to tread.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Were An American Band

On the road for forty days,
Last night in little rock put me in a haze.
Sweet, sweet connie -- doin her act,
She had the whole show and thats a natural fact.
Up all night with freddy king,
I got to tell you pokers his thing.
A-booze n ladies keep me right,
As long as we can make it to the show tonight.
Chorus
Were an american band.
Were an american band.
Were coming to your town, well help you party it down.
Were an american band.
Four young chaquitas in omaha,
Was waitin for the band to return from the show.
Feelin good, feelin right, its saturday night,
The hotel detective -- he was out-a-sight.
Now, these fine ladies, they had a plan,
They was out to meet the boys in the band.
They said, come on, dudes, lets get it on,
And we proceeded to tear that hotel down.
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Were an american band, ooo-ooo.
Were an american band, ooo-ooo.
Were an american band, ooo-ooo.

song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Sins burn

I have sinned;
Curses are in heaps.
I’ve been sinned.
Revenges are in store.
Either way I burn myself
23.07.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nor can the Apostle mean that Eve only sinned; or that she only was Deceived, for if Adam sinned willfully and knowingly, he became the greater Transgressor.

quote by Mary Astell
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