Author: JC Hughes

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Encircle

Written by C Hues

May 15, 2023

Right here in Brookland, lookin’ back in the day
Blacks been denied peace, our rights taken away
At the Christian college where they follow Christ
Said no integration, they forgot their heist
Virginity robbed and the land is stolen 
For my family bled for the master’s wants
To lust for his prey, the very thing he hunts
The criminal assigns crime; covers himself
White supremacy raped its way to its wealth
Can’t deny what’s in front, escape what’s behind
Lie to the youth by takin’ history’s time
Tryna tell me the South’s defined by a line
Like each state’s gotta be red, blue, or purple
So, seems society’s doomed to encircle.
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Ken

Written by C Hues

May 11, 2023

In DC lives a young man called Ken. 
He did research to find all his kin.
He looked black as the night.
But his cousins were white.
So, they could not accept him within.
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Reid

Written by C Hues

May 10, 2023

There once was a young woman named Reid.
She applied for some jobs on Indeed.
She majored in English.
Her writing was genius.
But men treated her like she can’t read.
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Leveling Up

Written by C Hues

May 9, 2023

I’m a physician with the pen, how I heal
I make it flow the way I know, to be real
Still, like a symbol I can’t be killed
I put the pride back in Black 
You better see your best self
An open book, never put me on the shelf
My style is versatile, all the while I seem mild
But the paradox is wild like whoa
I’m the fire and the gasoline
My rhymes so nice but the flow is mean
So many tried to do me dirty, but I stay serene
Maintain peace of mind because I gaze on my grind
Like I’m leveling up yet it’s never enough
I want more, I been to hell and back like the God of War
I told you I can’t be killed cause I fight for poor,
Oppressed; those you call “other” will not be ignored.
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Mirror

Written by C Hues

May 8, 2023

What is a mirror for, in this day and age,
Where introspection died
And youth will not decay?
Who needs a mirror,
When you have a phone.
You can just take selfies,
And leave your date alone.
Why look to mirrors,
As symbols to reflect?
When if I don’t look like you,
You show me no respect.
Where are the mirrors?
They must have disappeared.
In this time of guns and hate,
You are the thing you’ve feared.
Mirrors are the shadow,
The dark side of the soul.
It takes more than breaking mirrors,
To dig yourself a hole.