LOVE OF LITERATURE AND HISTORY
Written by C Hues
November 3, 2022
When I read the history books I see the writer’s settled on “settlers”—fleeing from the Crown Not known as robbers or crooks Those who would uproot the first—from Plymouth to Down. I see the word “founder” applied in place of “thief” To the implacable invaders Spreading strife, disease, and grief. All hail the raiders.
Written by C Hues
October 27, 2022
My daughter is the “lowest caste” A half-breed slave—my master’s shame Reminds him of his wicked past While the lady’s sons get master’s name My son, there are many things I wish I’d said Regrets that grow as I grow weak I resurrect a time long dead A man called “boy”—a man made meek Grandchild, it hurts to see you here In this same place that time trapped me You’ve seen that hatred thrives on fear This isn’t the future your kids should see Descendants, if you’re in this same fight Centuries passed—but time stuck still Just know that even progress slight Means we’ve moved time—with stronger will.
Written by C Hues
October 26, 2022
You have been cordially invited To an uncomfortable situation You should smile and be delighted To be the token of appreciation We’ll make you feel so small With our insular views You represent them all From light to darker hues We can’t even discern You’d make the perfect addition And we don’t ever learn Because it’s not our affliction Paulina and Kathy want a yes Tommy and Billy too We’ll make you feel like less Because you are more than you
Written by C Hues
October 21, 2022
Empires enlarge when color is currency Britain never acknowledged its darker descendants Children of the plantation orphaned by their nations Those who build are cut down to keep power ascendant. One person’s dream is another’s nightmare Yet the world is loud—and we cannot sleep There’s not enough history and there’s too much time But we can’t be broken Because our branches grow long, and our roots shoot deep.
Written by C Hues
October 20, 2022
When I’m in the booth, I flow free and the music makes me so free. Wolof blood runs deep in my veins to rebel, not stop and go free. I spit for the fam, all of us— to set each sistah and bro free. My rhymes create peace, they help ease shared pain and make friend and foe free. I know no caste; fight lies of class— bridge the gap, make rich and po’ free.