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PAD Challenge Day 22 (Two-for-Tuesday): "Tell Me A Woman Can" and "Don't Tell Me You Don't See Color"

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PAD Challenge Day 22 (Two-for-Tuesday): Write a tell me and/or don't tell me poem. Tell Me A Woman Can  The future is female. We can't even sit  pretty quiet about it. We know boys will be boys  until they experience real Women. In sneakers or heels, we got balls to step on the  necks and backs of sexism; Put a chokehold on misogyny; break through the ceilings  before they crash and burn. We got aim. We got ambition. We got ammunition. For the big four E's Equality. Equity. Empowerment. Evolution . Don't Tell Me You Don't See Color Dear people that say  "I don't see color." Please tell me,  if you can, when you can,  what do you see  as soon as your eyes  glance over, rollover,  up and down, at me? I know you're not colorblind,  Or have a color deficiency- at least I like to think . So, tell me,  what do you see  with your own two  little pretty brown,  green, blue and gray eyes, when blinking at me? Am I p...
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PAD Challenge Day 21: Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

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PAD Challenge Day 21: Take the phrase "(blank) Day". Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow  Yesterday, I remember all  of my thoughts of you. They were daydreams of what loving you would  Taste like...Sound like...Feel like... Today, I know... You are Tupelo honey in my Ruby moon hibiscus tea. The Rebirth Brass Band hugging my hips in a second line; And a sample of heaven down my spine.   Tomorrow, if your honey is depleted; Your music is hard of hearing; And your slice of heaven goes back to the sky; I know that I lived  beyond just a dream. D'ElegantOne 
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PAD Challenge Day 20: Resting in Peace

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PAD Challenge Day 20: Write a rest poem. Resting in Peace  Lately eyes been focusing on  resting in peace while living.  Vital as my vital signs,  I've been trying to out sleep  my personal computers and sleep numbers  I mean good,  down to the bones; Flesh healed and refreshed; Muscles relaxed without  muscle relaxers kind of rest. A whole rest without counting sheep by quarters, halves, eighth  or sixteenth like music sheets just to sleep. So much rest and peace  that I don't have to lie still in it  or be hush-hush about it. I can be a solid solitude or happily included by  wholly peaceful company.  I am favored,  not in people pleasing. I can feel sorrowful,  not sorry for you. Peaceful enough that  my no's even know better to be a no show to no shows. More peaceful at reaching out to others that know how to live in peace too. D'ElegantOne 
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PAD Challenge Day 19: Black Wall Streets of America

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PAD Challenge Day 19: Write a persona poem. Black Wall Streets of America   If I come back stronger as the founders  that found me, can I trust you to defend  me, every block by block... My neighborhoods...My businesses... The same black owned neighborhood  and blacked owned businesses  where you didn't have to wait for  or question if diversity was acceptable  because I was established F.U.B.U... You didn't have to be on  tenterhooks about inclusion. You didn't have to go  seeking and hunting down equity when basic  civil rights were obviously overdue. Because you had me... You had me when Jim Crow  was your number one public enemy. You had me through: The fall and rise of the Greenwood District  When I was metropolis as Bronzeville in Chi-town When I was the apple of your eye on  Jackson Ward in Richmond, Virginia  When I was sweet as Sweet Auburn in Atlanta An urban league as Hayti in Durham, North Carolina  W...
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PAD Challenge Day 18: Answer Key

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PAD Challenge Day 18: Write a response poem. Answer Key Life is a test that does not come with an answer key. We are individual assessments of self; An evaluation of effectiveness to millions. As a whole, we are the experiment of the world; Real word evidence of trial and error. A genus body of students and teachers  in fixed sessions for a period of time. Filling in blanks without warnings and sometimes-at-times with vigilance and aspiration. We are inventors of  factual and opinion based  paragraphs we choose  to speak of and withhold. We are living dichotomies  of truth and false  when multiple choices  does not equate all above, what we live and how we live, with the one out one lives God gives. D'ElegantOne 
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PAD Challenge Day 17: 🌍J.A.N.E 🇿🇦 🇬🇭 🇰🇪 🇪🇬

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PAD Challenge Day 17: Write a city poem. 🌍 J.A.N.E 🇿🇦 🇬🇭 🇰🇪 🇪🇬  I dream of becoming a jane  that visits J.A.N.E. because  I know there is nothing plain jane  about how the Motherland mothers her children. From the east to west... In kente, I will kiss and greet Accra. Enter her Gateway to Africa with gratitude  Joyride her avenues with my window  descended to smell what my ancestors miss In memory of their captivity  I would weep at the  Elimna and Cape Coast Castles Run to the Independence Square dance like nobody is watching  my love for black freedom Stroll through the Makola Market  for an array of knickknacks  and fabrics that I can't find in America Let the spices of jollof claim the taste buds  of my tongue before I become art  with the art of Nkyinkyim  In memory of General Kofi Annan  and President Dr. Kwame Nkrumah  I'll offer truth and service  to the Akan people  Let them...
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PAD Challenge Day 16: If Poets Owned the Sky

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PAD Challenge Day 16: Write a fantastic poem. If Poets Owned the Sky If poets owned the sky Oh my What a atmosphere  it would be my dear on this celestial sphere On a cool calling of a morning,  We'll gather our sunlight scatter painted views with Haikus  Water parallel poetrees  til they bloom  metaphors and similies At the peak of noon concrete poetry in motion Set off poetry rolling marquees by the window seats of your plane,  automobile and train Consciously stain  clear skies of the universe  with a free and blank verse Make imaginations thunderclap a rainbow of emotions In the dark of the night We'll open a mic  on cloud 9 at nine  sit side by side  on a Cresent moon Belt out ballads and lyrics From star to star  til the world know  who the poets are D'ElegantOne 
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