Thursday, February 10, 2011

MELANIN


(In memory of Harriet Tubman)

Melanin, oh Melanin,
The fairer ones who hurt your skin
Unfairly… shall one day beg
Forgiveness and confess their sin,
Their folly of exclusion;
Will one day beckon you come in,
Into the castle of their skin.

Those who violated you,
Ultra sans humanity;
Refused to hear your ululu,
Trammelled you with whip and flay,
Trampled your rights in every way,
Will one day beckon you come in,
Into the castle of their skin.

Melanin, oh Melanin,
The fairer ones who hurt your skin
Unfairly… shall one day hide
Hot, raw hides from tan and flay,
Sautéed hell of UV ray;
Will one day beg you to come in,
Into the castle of their skin.

Copyright ©2011 by G. Newton V. Chance
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George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older
than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn
all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

by Langston Hughes

the poet writes the poem;
the reader gives it life
(© G. Newton V. Chance)
Make somebody happy (© Alexander Ligertwood & Carlos Santana)

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