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Let us march on ballot boxes, march on ballot boxes until race-baiters disappear from the political arena.

Let us march on ballot boxes until the salient misdeeds of bloodthirsty mobs will be transformed into the calculated good deeds of orderly citizens.

Let us march on ballot boxes until the Wallaces of our nation tremble away in silence.

Let us march on ballot boxes until we send to our city councils state legislatures, and the United States Congress, men who will not fear to do justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with thy God.

Let us march on ballot boxes until brotherhood becomes more than a meaningless word in an opening prayer, but the order of the day on every legislative agenda.

Let us march on ballot boxes until all over Alabama God’s children will be able to walk the earth in decency and honor.

These words come from the speech delivered by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. at the conclusion of the 1965 march to Montgomery, Alabama. The march brought national attention to the issue of racial discrimination in voting. The Voting Rights Act, a landmark piece of Civil Rights legislation, became law just five months later. 

Photographs, broadsides, and other materials related to Dr. King’s legacy are now on view in the Patricia D. Klingenstein Library reading room.

Bob Adelman. Martin Luther King Jr. marching from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama alongside Ralph Abernathy, James Forman, Jesse Douglas, and John Lewis. March 1965. New-York Historical Society.

Stephen Somerstein. Martin Luther King, Jr. seen from rear, speaking to crowd of 25,000 in Montgomery, Alabama. March 1965. New-York Historical Society.

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Here are a few pics of me. I hope you enjoy my poetry <3

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Nothing Gold Can Stay Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963 Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay

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Dreamy...

I think that

Dreams are it seems, to be what the heart fears or seeks..twice removed , with things assumed and exaggerated beyond the moon. Sometimes we arent strong enough to speak of such things, for fear of what admittance brings..and so through our slumber..the mind sings.

..I think

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In which case nothing goes right

About the earth,about the sky.about such things that will never die. I love you like that ...I miss you beyond. If magic were real I'd pray for the handle of thus a wand.But of course it doesn't so I only pray for division of peace..a piece for each..Things like this come entirely too gradually..so until then I'll exist just barely ,and completely sadly.

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I know

Every night, i say a prayer for all the broken hearts..

for I know what its like to feel ..as though you were cheated and reset ..back to start. With less of an advantage for breaks often result in lacking of part.

   "May they heal  swiftly and entirely,"

   " May this experience be just a small step..in the direction of the person..

that they were truly meant to be" -<3<3

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Womanifesto

Womanifesto (to my girls <3)

Clearly I am not a fat ass

I am active brain

and lip smacking peach deep

sometimes too aggressive in its honesty

and heart sweet

that loves whole-ly and completely

whom it may choose

whom ever it may choose

I am not gonna lie and passify

I am arms to hold

I am lips to speak

I am a muthafucking “G”

Strong legs that stroll off the 33 bus

or out of a money green Phantom confortably

Knees that bend to pray

clean from Ajax washings

hair that is thick and soft

Thigh that be-twixt

an amazing all expense grand prize

I am eyes that sing

smile that brightens

touch that rings

and supply euphoric release

I am a Grand Dame Queen Beast

I am warm

I am peace

From the roads of Botswana to 23rd Street

From the inside third eye

ever watching this wicked wicked system of things

I do see

I am friend to pen

and a lover of strong women

A Diamond to men

I am curious and interested like children

I welcome the wise to teach

appreciator of my culture

Thick not just from bone dense and eat

I have a rhythm in my ways  and a practice in my seek

and yes I do crave the rhythm of my space

with a man that rejoyces in God’s Grace

with faith I do hear to listen

two hands that fist

when forced pushes to shove

and your ego won’t submit

I am gifted

I am all of this

and indeed the Shit

Clearly I am not just an ass

-J Scott

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Cat's Dream

 How neatly a cat sleeps,

sleeps with its paws and its posture,

sleeps with its wicked claws,

and with its unfeeling blood,

sleeps with all the rings--

a series of burnt circles--

which have formed the odd geology

of its sand-colored tail.

I should like to sleep like a cat,

with all the fur of time,

with a tongue rough as flint,

with the dry sex of fire;

and after speaking to no one,

stretch myself over the world,

over roofs and landscapes,

with a passionate desire

to hunt the rats in my dreams.

I have seen how the cat asleep

would undulate, how the night

flowed through it like dark water;

and at times, it was going to fall

or possibly plunge into

the bare deserted snowdrifts.

Sometimes it grew so much in sleep

like a tiger's great-grandfather,

and would leap in the darkness over

rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.

Sleep, sleep cat of the night,

with episcopal ceremony

and your stone-carved moustache.

Take care of all our dreams;

control the obscurity

of our slumbering prowess

with your relentless heart

and the great ruff of your tail.

-Pablo Nerdua

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Theory

Sometimes a simple cadence can get in the way of greatness of

a nigga statements

I feel I know a little bit of everything but Ive grown unfamiliar with limitations

See Im just a narrator thats see the world as a nigga who never made it

I forever debate a nigga who stand in the way of my standing ovation

Nigga I'd be lying to tell you my mind isn't exhausted

But to recline is to say God's blessing isn't as awesome as I flaunted

See I got more haters and nay sayers than eight Lakers in Boston

So I happen to Phil Jacksons along the way with this talking

See I give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

With a muzzle around em all a league full of dry rhymers I proceed to .. cannonball

Loose cannon starts us off and crucified for the passionate ways ..

Im only but a man but man enough to challenge all

And I love you all

And I pray you just don't think I'm smart and see my vision and know my heart -Wale

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No surprise

That you did it again..

Let me keep you company until..She called you home and then..

Told me "I'm sorry"..you are so special, and beautiful, there is

no way that you will be sad and lonely for long,

Knowing good and well..that those lines of yours could not get

any closer to wrong.

how do we heal a heart that is gone.

There is nothing to fix, nothing to share nothing to grow..

with nothing to care.

Everyday is a dream and life a coma.

Numb to each emotion..

Hearing only portions of what is spoken.

I do give up..

There is no such thing as love.

Each moment is a project,

To hold in tears so that noone worries

or wastes time attempting to relive it.

Just let it be..

There is nothing to see..

nothing to fix..

there is only me.

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The moon outside the diner

i thought we'd always be a part of one another...that wasnt true. Imagined your love in the skies..when it wasnt blue.Those pinkish reds and orangy purples above head signified your warmth......now my own feet gain the attention..to avoid rememberance of the sweet...sweet sweet times that id rather not recall...for id rather to have never been made aware..of what i was missing at all. v_v

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Ultimate oxymoron

The fact that I love you so much that I hate you entirely

realization that your strength is my weakness...and

awareness that  with this realization I STILL seek this...

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Why do we close our eyes?

To rise I suppose..

envelope,

a pocket to unfold

To dream where justice permits

enjoy where freedom exists

To bucket tears

Speak voices

that  no one hears

Whose curtains

allow

disguise  from fears

Often arms

comfort warms

Momentary peace

exposure..

at least

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Pink and Blue

That complex,brutal,unbearable,unperdictable inevitable lovely,tragic,reality.When we love..no matter what anyone says..we view our object of affection..in our own special way.Call him a monster or a one track minded imposter.The clouds and the rainbows shield common sense, and blinds us completly from even the most clear life given hints...But there comes a time when we must let go of hearts dedication..That occasion will take place upon the sudden or gradual realization..that we are given and taken..loved and forsaken..and in each and every situation..we come a single step closer to the person we are meant to be..learning and growing from each experience silently.Bogoshipuh..but Ima be ok..Love lost,wisdom gained..and Perhaps..it is better that way..

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I feel like Ray Charles today

I sin for you..cuz Im in for you..like I been for you.When u rate a double zero..hold up a ten for you. Too smart to be so stupid..and to kind to be so ruthless.This exception leaves me clueless..emotionally exhausted from going through this.Recognizing,wrong from right,why does this occasion blur my sight?

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Beneath my blue

I picked a flower up,from the concrete stoop..simply bcs it reminded me of you.The white was your smile.The green your wild..The randomly crushed petals stood for your scars.The roughness from its travels,a symbol of your hard.The brown was your soul ..the faded stem,your cold. It is in my pocket at this very moment.What I know,did not overpower my desire to own it.No matter how much I care..it will die much faster in there..and so..When I step outside I will let it be,young and free..among the green.