Fire and Water written by J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey

J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey Fire and Water
Two lifelong poets, sisters, and best friends have fused together to bring you a variety of poems designed to melt the heart and inspire the soul. Separated for a time and coming back together stronger than ever they proudly present, "Fire and Water." The poems touch upon the earthly and otherworldly cares, delving into the complexities of the soul through the various trials faced through love, heartache, and everything in between. Join them on their journey through the dark and into the light. Travel with them through the gauntlet of poetic life with its obstacles at every turn. Each challenge they faced, however, paved the way for them to step forward with fierce determination and ever present love. Their poetry is mostly free-verse, but touch upon various forms such as the Kyrielle, Harrishma Rhyme, the Italian Sonnet, Etheree, and Twin Etheree.
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Pen'D Poem: September 9 - 14

Black Weeds

When I’m applying for a job, nobody cares that my mother has two doctorate degrees; my father has his own company. All they see is
that black dot, damn if I came from fine stock. 
Just another nigga
trying to get bigger, just walking down the block cops reach for the trigger.
Why is it that?
I’m the most hated being on the planet, a black man holding his own. I never had to rob and steal plus I own my own home. 
 No I didn’t grow up
In the projects for that I consider myself blessed but hated by my own people cause I didn’t settle for less. Now I’m Uncle Tom cause I didn’t plot
To kill my own brother, selling crack on the corner or getting on it, to
support my habit stealing from my own mother. Just another punk cause I didn’t spend my life in and out of jail, considered a bookworm cause all
my classes I didn’t fail.
Why is it that?
I’m not considered a success, congratulated and treated different from all the rest. My less fortunate brothers and sisters try to tell me I’m not acting black. But what is acting black? Is black striving to be going nowhere but on welfare with an attitude like you don’t care, or is it about growing up to be a crook? Tell me why black means it’s too hard to pick up a book.
when I want to be reminded I’m black all I have to do is apply for a job,
go shop and I dare not go for a jog cause I might get shot. Mad at me
because I don’t want to be associated with crime. Just because I’m black
why should I have to do time. How could you be black and proud to be a
fool? Who told you that bending over, being somebody’s bitch in jail was
cool? But I have to give the little fagots props.
Who said black people don’t stick together?
 In Attica we run cell blocks. Now ask yourself is this
the life you want for your seed, then by example you should lead. Pick up
a book and stop growing little black weeds!

Andre J. Carter

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Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me, SP & many other fellow Poets out here who find peace with expression. Words are powerful and because you took the time to share your thoughts here remember you're making a difference. Use your Voice to give back to the world!
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