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I have fallen in love again! Today the poet who gets my love bird coos is Jayne Cortez! Talk about Jazzin it up! Every poem astounds me (accept for one really early homophobic poem I read...scary monsters...how hard it is waking up our empathy in America) Jayne is BEAUTIFUL! Her poems rock with power! She calls for self responsibility and do-good action! Tradition!
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Jayne Cortez
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There It Is
And if we don't fight
if we don't resist
if we don't organize and unify and
get the power to control our own lives
Then we will wear
the exaggerated look of captivity
the stylized look of submission
the bizarre look of suicide
the dehumanized look of fear
and the decomposed look of repression
forever and ever and ever
And there it is
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SUMMIT

A meeting between two men
two views
two arms devoted to racing
two old land fills dumped in
office of boozing eagles
in bureau of carousing penguins
vodka of my hiccuping pencil
scotch of my vomiting eraser
and everything depends on
this day's drunken storm of prayer
this day's icebreaking calm at the
bottom of the summit of polyester pants
tonight in cloudy eyes of irritated marines
tomorrow in dead spot of the index
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Give Me the Red on the Black of the Bullet (For Claude Reece Jr.)
Bring back the life
of Claude Reece Jr.

I want the bullet from his head
to make a Benin bronze
to make an explosion of thunder
to make a cyclone

I want the 14 years of Claude Reece Jr.
shot on the 15th day of september
shot in the back of his head
shot by a police officer
shot for being black

Give me the black on the red of the bullet
i want to make a tornado
to make an earthquake
to make a fleet of stilts
for the blackness of Claude Reece Jr.
the blackness called dangerous weapon
called resisting an arrest
called nigger threat

I want the life of the blackness of Claude Reece Jr.
i want the bullet from his head
to make a protective staff for startled children
to make hooks and studs
for warrior masks

Give me the bullet with the odor
and the smoke and the skin and
the hair of Claude Reece Jr.
i want to make power
to make power
for the blackness of Claude Reece Jr.
the blackness called pent-up frustration
called unidentified negro
called nigger revolutionary

I want the life of the blackness of Claude Reece Jr.
i want the bullet from his head
to make a protective staff for startled children
to make a Benin bronze
to make an explosion of thunder
to make a cyclone
i want the bullet to bring back the blood
of Claude Reece Jr.
i want to make justice

I want to make justice for
the blackness of Claude Reece Jr.
bring back the bullet with the blood of the blackness
of Claude Reece Jr.
i want to make justice
i want to make justice for the blackness
of Claude Reece Jr.
óJayne Cortez
from Coagulations: New and Selected Poems. Thunder's Mouth Press, New York, 1984.