A. SUPREME

FOR A DAY









God let me run things
for just one day
And She said
“Handle it, come what may”
So I sat at the desk
in front of the computer
And scanned through prayers
from Botswana to Bermuda

The first was from a little girl
who lives in Rome
She prayed that her father
would come back home
from a war she can’t understand
why he’s fighting
and if he could hug her tight
that would be so exciting

So I clicked the mouse
to send a reply
and the dialogue box said
Accept or Deny

And since in my hands
there was so much power
I decided to give all
the deserts a shower
And because of a friend
who’s from there named Sadie
I fixed all the stuff
that was going wrong in Haiti

But then things started
to get complicated
A group prayed to wipe out
another group they hated
They said that the only
way that they could be free
was if they got this divine
blessing from me

And then there’s the thing
with the Ozone layer
500 million people
praying that prayer

And hundreds of thousands
of folks in jail
just praying that somehow
they can make bail

And oh yeah the one from the CEO
who’s praying to find a way
to steal more dough

Even the whales and sea lions
troubled and toiled
praying to learn how
to swim in crude oil

By that time I needed
to take a break
and get some fresh air
for Heaven’s sake
So I rose from the chair
got out of the seat
and walked to the window
to take a peek

But just then God appeared
inside the room
and saw that my face
was drenched in gloom
“The task at hand”
She asked
“Did you begin it?”
I said
“I’m answering prayers Ma’am,
I’m all up in it”

She said
“Then what are you doing
away from your station,
are you taking some kind
of mental vacation?”

I said
“I’m doing this job,
I’ve answered a bunch
and now I am thinking
its time for lunch”

She said
“You used the phrase
You’re all up in it,
but you’ve only been at it
for 17 minutes”

It certainly seemed like
a lot longer was my plea
Then She raised an eyebrow you see
And asked why I hadn’t prayed
for anything for me

It’s true...
I could have had it all
love, happiness and wealth
But today the last person
I was thinking about...
was myself.

© 2010 A. Supreme

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LORRAINE TAYLOR

ONE MILLION BLACK MEN










I woke up this morning to a beautiful sky
The streets absent of men, the sun in my eyes
To Washington, DC these great men trod
Their feet barely touching your blood-soaked sod
A wonderful sight, one million Black men

In masses they came, by bus, train or plane
A day of atonement, not fortune or fame
Inch by inch and mile by mile
Their backs ramrod stiff, not cracking a smile
A glorious sight, one million Black men

From slave ships to your land, for Douglas and Tubman
From the whip and the lash to their blood on your sands
Their bodies so beaten, their spirits not weakened
Oh God I do love you, one million Black men

For Malcolm and Martin we cannot ignore
Your refusal to see them we truly abhor
You stole them away from our God and themselves
In this strange land they suffer and dwell
Oh how you have cried, one million Black men.

From Harlem to Nam, tenements to rice paddies
My husband he died there, my son has no daddy
Your welfare you dangle to tempt and to tease me
I must tell my son he’s an endangered species
Oh yes I do love you, one million Black men.

We’ve somehow lost hope, the hunters and hunted
Oh why oh why Lord is this world torn asunder
But still my eyes glisten with dignity and pride
As I gaze upon men with such purposeful stride
The heart of my heart, one million Black men

America you wanted a land of the free
But you just didn’t tell us you didn’t mean me.
The powers that be in your smoke-filled rooms
Apocalypse now, your doom and your gloom
And God if you’re listening to this my short story
Deliver to glory one million Black men.

© 2010 Lorraine Taylor

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LAUREN O'BRIEN

(UNTITLED)









Sometimes I get dragged down in the undertow of my emotions.
I get knocked by the weight of waves and hit my head on rocks.
Sometimes the waves of my emotions are so powerful I can't breathe
and I lose consciousness.
And sometimes my emotions wash me up on the shore of an exotic island.
Inhabited by beautiful people unsullied by western civilization.
Where I can survive on tropical fruits and the nourishment of the ocean breeze.
Where I can roam half-naked and unfettered by bills and concrete.
I like when my emotions do that.

(c)2010 Lauren O'Brien

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RASHIDA VASSEL

(UNTITLED)









It’s getting harder to separate
the real from the fake
When all I see are smiling faces,
to hide the traces of hate
Don’t ask,
Won’t tell
So I just sit back and wait
for the true colors to show
Then one by one...
I eliminate


(c)2010 Rashida Vassel

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