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I Choose Us: The African

By Rudolph Lewis

 

Wherever we may be, when nightriders

thundering in the fog, shaking the village

 

I choose us

 

Corralled at the sea fort for the king’s pleasure

we sang our royal song of betrayal & defiance

 

I choose us

 

We many bodies, many tongues, many histories

in the dark feces-filled belly of far-reaching ships

 

I choose us

 

When we ignite the flames of the One, when heaven

revolts in wind & wave, we collapse in shipwreck

 

I choose us

 

We count the living & the dead on a captured isle

of mountains, marooned, we raid plantations to live

 

I choose us

 

Learning the Christian language & way, from slaves

in backwater Charleston, remembering warriors dead

 

I choose us

 

Speaking Chic-ca-saw & Cherokee—native blood, falling

singing its death chant, running in woods that never was

 

I choose us

 

Exodusters & Assembly on Liberty Island, ain’t yet free

we work, we be—strong arms decide who eats & lives

 

I choose us

 

From Southampton to the Superdome, they own us

drown us in blood, they do what they want with us

 

I choose us

 

Scattered like the grain in the winter air, blowing

I sing songs of war, dirges too, and love lost love

 

I choose us

 

When a people is dispossessed, eternally awol

corralled onto tiny urban islets of gloom & woe

 

I choose us

 

With dreams beyond sparkling jewels & gleaming

mansions, & block stretch limousines, righteous

I choose us

 

Responses

What a beautiful, painful poem that captures all of our history, our misery, in succinct couplets and a three-word coda.  Miriam 

Love it powerful and validating. claire

Searching, Powerful, Rudy, an imaginative/historical/authentic/collective biographical thrust of a reconfigured Africanity crossing the grid of "life through death upon these shores" (Hayden) . . . easy, eugene

Dear Rudy, Very Nice Poem.  Can I share It with A publishing group? A local newspaper in West Philadelphia?  Sheila B.

Rudy, I am sending you some information via snail-mail. By the way, what a powerful poem: "I Choose Us: The African."  It may well become your signature poem. As ever, Herbert

"I Choose Us: The African" would be a great submission for   I've Known Rivers: The MoAD Stories Project -- Cheo Tyehimba www.whatchusay.com

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The White Masters of the World

From The World and Africa, 1965

By W. E. B. Du Bois

W. E. B. Du Bois’ Arraignment and Indictment of White Civilization (Fletcher)

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Ancient African Nations

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posted 27 November 2005  / updated 24 February 2008

  

 

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