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'Pooring' Out
'Pooring' Out
'Pooring' Out
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'Pooring' Out is a book of poetry and prose covering an array of life experiences, emotions, some real-life personalities and even nature. It is provocative, political, critical and inspiring. Though told from an African American perspective, its themes are not limited to this people, but are universal. The roles of religion, politics and social justice are integral parts of humanity. This is a must read. There is something in this package for everyone!
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Release dateNov 9, 2012
ISBN9781466962156
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    'Pooring' Out - Elaine Hawkins

    ‘Pooring’ Out

    Elaine Hawkins

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    © Copyright 2012 Elaine Hawkins.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

    isbn: 978-1-4669-6214-9 (sc)

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    Contents

    Why?

    Illusive Freedom

    They Are Shooting Our Children

    I Believe

    Hard-headed Momma

    Today I Cry

    Freedom

    Damaged Goods

    Pig Ears, Pig Tails, Pig Feet

    I Am Me

    Do You Have the Right Man?

    Racism

    Charge: Suspicion

    Jam Master Jay

    Rachel

    War

    Soldier Girl

    Serenity

    A Welcome Death

    My People

    Son

    Letter to Jesus

    Today

    Change

    Life

    Old Age

    Sunshine

    Red Eyes

    Beautiful Black Baby Boy

    Martin

    Friend

    Daddy

    Free

    Quiet Time

    Low Self-esteem

    Birthday

    The Mind

    Today

    Birthdays

    Breath

    Play

    People

    God

    I

    Flowers

    Politics

    Faith

    Black Woman

    Josephine

    Momma

    At Any Cost

    The Demon

    911

    Who is My Enemy?

    Ashes

    Loss

    Patriotism

    America

    Silence

    Music

    Pennyville

    Faith

    Thank You

    Subway

    Halleleujah

    Grateful

    Free Speech

    Love

    America: Becoming Unglued

    Terror

    And the Whole World Kept Silent

    Joy

    Grief

    Addendum

    Alone

    Smile

    Time

    Waiting

    Praises

    Being Black in America

    Summer

    Tears

    Missed Opportunity

    Sounds of Spring

    Haiti I

    Haiti II

    Haiti III

    Twenty-Twelve

    Michael Jackson

    Lady Ivy

    Gray Skies

    Stretched

    Illusive Safety

    Breathe

    Spring

    Forgiven

    Awesome God

    Dedication

    This book is dedicated to my mother, Rosa Elizabeth Hawkins Johnson, better known as Mu who always told me that I could do anything to which I set my mind. Though she died in 2004, her spirit is still present. It is also dedicated to my three brothers who are deceased, but have enriched my life tremendously: Donald Ray, Carlton and Terry. Last, but not least, I dedicate this book to my family, extended family, church family, Aenon Missionary Baptist Church and my LORD and Savior, Jesus Christ.

    Why?

    Why when I hear

    That a youth was shot

    Do I always rightly

    Assume that it was

    One of my children,

    My sons of red, yellow,

    Black, not white,

    Why do I routinely

    Like the sun shining,

    Like the rain falling,

    Like the sea rising

    So naturally;

    Observe my sons, daughters,

    Brothers and sisters;

    Detained, stopped, handcuffed

    Beaten—on suspicion?

    A crime’s been committed

    It must have been one of them.

    Common

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