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Racism has been an albatross around the necks of Americans for centuries now! Imagine that something as heinous as the pain and suffering that comes as a result of skin color hatred is still occurring in the 21st century! Baffling? Yep. And, because it is an age-old collective disorder we suffer with, there has been much written on the subject. There have been plays, movies, TV series, books, spoken word performances, poems, even pantomimes on the subject of racism and the incredible damage it causes the human spirit. Yes, everyone is affected by the ugliness caused by generational hatred.

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One of the most fascinating spoken word artist, the spoken word “OG” and guru to many rappers, was the eloquent, dynamic, straight shooter, Gil Scott-Heron. Gil is the godfather of rap, conscious rap! Below, you’ll find the words to one of his best known spoken word pieces, “Winter In America”. No further description is necessary, because, believe me, it speaks for itself. After listening to this video, read up on this awesome, courageous wordsmith. And, know that his courage did not come without a price. For me, and many of my generation, in spite of his addictions, Gil Scott Heron was a hero. Hey, it’s even a part of  his name…

WINTER IN AMERICA words by Gil Scott Heron & music by Brian Jackson

From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain

Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can’t stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows
From Winter in America

The Constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner (Unemployed)
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it’s hoping
Hoping for some rain

And I see the robins
Perched in barren treetops
Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter
It’s winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, people know
It’s winter, Lord knows
It’s winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From Winter in America

And now it’s winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers done been killed or sent away
Yeah, and the people know, people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows, nobody knows
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save

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REHAB OF LOVEI went to the rehab of love so I could recover from all that pain I had been going through.

It all felt like it was an addiction that I was stuck to.

When I enter the rehab  of love the first question the lady asked me was “what bought me here?”

I told her I didn’t know how to get away from love. She told me, “I think I can help you with that.

Love was the only struggle I couldn’t get away from. I told her about the addiction and she said “oh” many people have this.

I could not help but drop a tear after she was telling me all these sad stories about love that I had been through already.

I was sent to a room to write a poem about how I felt so I begin to write it:

I never thought love was nothing until I met this boy and he started saying he feltlove didn’t know what it meant

so I kept it to myself for a while then he started telling me how love can give you a good connection

since I was liking him so much I just told him because I didn’t know what else to do with it.

He told me how it was “okay” to love family and friends but I should love him a lot more not thinking of what I should do I just jump rite into it.

He once told me that since I loved him so much I should have sex with him I said I’m not sure if that’s the type of love I have for you. Started telling sweet things and I went along with it.

Wasnt thinking before I did it that when me and him was left alone for a min he started putting so much on me that he started touching on me had me feeling like a queen. I went alone with it like it was the best time ever. Kept telling me how much he loved me and would never leave me for nobody else. I had the biggest smile on my face.

After he had got all that he was saying “dang” you didn’t even know what you were doing and I loved you

I must of being crazy for talking to you and everything.

After all that had taken place he left me alone wonder what to do what love.

I would go in the room and just cry my eyes saying what was I doing ever letting him get to me what the word love.

After I was done with this poem I took it back to the lady and she read it she said this is very good I said thank you.

She begins telling me how I should love god, family and friends because these are the things you are able to depend on when you have nothing.

She taught me how to not fall for someone so easy i took notes and went over them so they would be stuck in my head like never before.

After I had to be in the rehab for so long I learned so much about love and it meant a lot to me.

(c) Ariel Hughes

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