LOVE OF LITERATURE AND HISTORY
Written by C Hues
November 30, 2022
Old dog learns new trick.
He never used to play dead.
Now that’s all he does.
Written by C Hues
November 28, 2022
I’ve seen silly, simple smiles on self-righteous fools. I’ve heard Monsters dressed as men and women Shouting about their rights being taken. Goodbye guns, hello same situation So much for safety and solutions “They’ll take away your tools!” “They’ll take away your freedom!” Fear makes men into fools.
Written by C Hues
November 26, 2022
white supremacy is the enemy of BLACK POWER. They want you to think that they know your time and hour. They want you to think that you don’t belong here too. They want you to believe that their lies are you. A man who knows himself is dangerous. A woman who knows herself is even more dangerous. Thus, we are unapologetic with prideful energy. BLACK POWER is love—and love kills the enemy.
Written by C Hues
November 19, 2022
Boarding schools were built to torture, murder, and assimilate. The Choctaw’s tongue was met with denigration and hate. But the very same language you called a barbarous sin Would save countless lives and give US the war’s win. The second war echoed, and you heard what the Navajo had spoken. The code was unwritten and remained forever unbroken. The Nazis were mystified and could not understand The POWER that the Code Talkers command. From before the lie that Columbus was here From before Jackson forced a trail of fear There were those whose words you failed to hear. It only sounded savage to the savage’s ear.
Written by C Hues
November 18, 2022
When winter’s shadow draws ever near You expect the sun to speed its pace. What is old will wither and decay While new seeds spring up in its place. But for us—sunset has come too soon The days are submerged in the dark At early age we see the moon And sunrise seemed a shortened spark. Youth should at least be given chance To bloom and rise, or at least try. But time is cruel and doesn’t care At what age you are sent to die. The sudden flash of righteous rage The rush of tears, the helpless thought That I can make the sunrise last Adds more insult to memory past.