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| Ahvenjärvi, Juhani
| Angelou, Maya
| Bakhtiar, Shireen
| Beatty, Paul
| Boland, Eavan
| Brooks, Gwendolyn
| Brown, Sterling
| Bryant, Dana
| Burns, Diane
| Burton, Tim
| Chapman, Tracy
| Clanchy, Kate
| Clifton Read, Lucile
| Coleman, Anita Scott
| Coleman, Wanda
| Cullun, Countee
| Dashiell, J.M.
| Dove, Rita
| Dunn, Stephen
| Dylan, Bob
| Evans, Mari
| Gaines, Reg E.
| Giovanni, Nikki
| Goldbarth, Albert
| Harper, Michael
| Hayden, Chris
| Hayden, Robert
| Jordan, June
| Logue, Christopher
| Lorde, Audre
| Madhubuti, Haki R.
| Mansfield, Katherine
| Maxwell, Glyn
| Mc Gough, Roger
| Mc Kenty, Bob
| Meekers, Mark
| Moore, Marianne
| Rich, Adrienne
| Moore, Richard
| Morgenstern, Christian
| Reed, Ishmael
| Rich, Adrienne
| Sayar, Keyvan
| Scott-Heron, Gill
| Sexton, Anne
| Shakur, Tupac
| Sinervo, Helena
| Stevens, Cat
| Stevens, Wallace
| Strand, Mark
| Szymborska, Wislawa
| Teasdale, Sarah
| The Sugarhill Gang
| Vivekananda, Swami
| Walcott, Derek
| Walker, Alice
| Walker, Margaret
| William, William Carlos
| Williams, Saul
| Wyclef Jean
| Young, Al
I Want to Write
I want to write
I want to write the songs of my people.
I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark.
I want to catch the last floating strains from their sob-torn throats.
I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes.
I want to catch their sunshine laughter in a bowl;
fling dark hands to a darker sky
and fill them full of stars
then crush and mix such lights till they become
a mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn.
Toughest gal I ever did see
Was a gal by the name of Kissie Lee;
The toughest gal God ever made
And she drew a dirty, wicked blade.
Now this here gal warn't always tough
Nobody dreamed she'd turn out rough
But her Grammaw Mamie had the name
Of being the town's sin and shame.
When Kissie Lee was young and good
Didn't nobody treeat her like they should
Allus gettin' beat by a no-good shine
An' allus quick to cry and whine.
Till her Grammaw said, "Now listen to me,
I'm tiahed of yoah whinin', Kissie Lee.
People don't ever treat you right, A
n' you allus scrappin' or in a fight."
"Whin I was a gal
wasn't no soul
Could do me wrong an' still stay whole.
Ah got me a razor to talk for me
An' aftah that they let me be."
Well Kissie Lee took her advice
And after that she didn't speak twice
'Cause when she learned to stab and run
She got herself a little gun.
And from that time that gal was mean,
Meanest mama you ever seen.
She could hold her likker and hold her man
And she went thoo life jus' raisin' san'.
One night she walked in Jim's salloon
And seen a guy what spoke too soon;
He done her dirt long time ago
When she was good and feeling low.
Kissie bought her drink and she paid her dime
Watchin' this guy what beat her time
And he was making for the outside door
When Kissie shot him to the floor.
Not a word she spoke but she switched her blade
And flashing that lil ole baby paid:
Evvy livin' guy got out of her way
Because Kissie Lee was drawin' her pay.
She could shoot glass offa the hinges,
She could take herself on the wildest binges.
And she died with her boots on switching blades
On Talladega Mountain in the likker raids.