In Your Face

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Just because you smiled at me this morning on the bus
Doesn’t change the fact that so many others didn’t
Just because you claim that there are no races
Doesn’t mean that I don’t experience racism
Just because you have a few black acquaintances
Doesn’t mean that you can interpret my black culture
Just because you attended a Black Lives Matter protest
Doesn’t prove that you don’t harbor prejudices
Just because you believe black people need a chance
Doesn’t help them get one
Just because you appropriate black culture
Doesn’t make you unique
Just because you acknowledge white fragility
Doesn’t absolve you from suffering from it
Just because you claim to be a good Christian
Doesn’t make you of necessity spiritually evolved
So, just because you’re in my face boring me with whitesplain
Doesn’t mean that I have to get affronted
But what if I do?


Camille Elaine Thomas
August 18, 2021
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A Black Woman Thinking Out Loud

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If we had justice for all
Human Rights Movements would die out
If cops stopped targeting black men and women
People wouldn’t have to fight racial profiling
If we had equality for all
Why need affirmative action?
If we gave black artist appreciation
No need for cultural appropriation
If we had true freedom of speech
Wouldn’t have to deal with white fragility
If we had no racial murders
Black Lives Matter would be a thing of the past
If we had reparations
No need for white supremacy
Do you feel me?
If we had cultural acceptance
No sufferers of post traumatic slave disorder
Do you feel me?
If we had unbiased history books
No need for cultural race theory
Do you feel me?
No need for anger
Do you feel me?
No need for paranoia
Do you feel me?
No need for defenses
Do you feel me?
No need for fear
Do you feel me?
Right the wrongs
Before the day is long
Do you feel me?
Time to transcend
Do you feel me?
Before it’s too late
Do you feel me?
We shall not be moved
There's a train a coming
And the Revolution will not be on TikTok


Camille Elaine Thomas
August 14, 2021
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A Song For the Lonely

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There are times when life seems to get you down
You look for friends but none can be found
Your hope is low, nowhere to go
Nothing to do, don’t have a clue

What do you do when you’re feeling bad
Where are the clowns when you’re feeling sad
Where are the arms to hold you tight
Where is the strength when things aren’t right

It’s in the tingle in your feet
It’s in the rhythm of your heart beat
It’s in your ear all day long
It’s in the melody of your song

There are times when life seems too tough
The path is rocky the road much too rough
People seem to want to use you
The system seems out to abuse too

Times when all you want to do is hide
None there to share the ride
Only rain on your window pane
One step further to going insane

It’s in the tingle in your feet
It’s in the rhythm of your heart beat
It’s in your ear all day long
It’s in the melody of your song

it’s the joy in just being alive
like a dance with a little Jive
like the leaves on a new tree
only there for you to see

if you just refuse to resign
very soon the pieces will align
there is a rainbow just for you
don’t give up, that’s what you do
never give up on your dreams
life ain’t as bad as it seems
soon laughter will fill the air
Give a care, it’s still there
Love yourself and you will see
The door of new opportunities

It’s in the tingle in your feet
It’s in the rhythm of your heart beat
It’s in your ear all day long
It’s in the melody of your song


Camille Elaine Thomas
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Self-Evident Truth



Our nation was conceived in the minds of men, who felt that tyranny was the greatest threat to liberty. But the self-evident truth of equality they wrote about did not include all.

And thus, was born a divided and unequal nation.

A nation bathed in the blood of Indigenous people, built on the backs of black posterity, and sustained by women seen only as the lesser sex.

So, they marched.

They marched a tear-stained trail to a desolate and now seemingly forgotten refuge. They marched through showers of bullets, bombs, and cannons. They marched against the wills of people who were undermining their worth.

This nation owes a debt.

It owes of the promise of freedom for our bravery. It owes citizens the protection each amendment provides. It owes all of us the opportunity to forge any path we want.

So we vote!

We vote to ensure that our history is included and thus not repeated. We vote to create a system that works for us instead of against us. We vote to guarantee our voice is always there.

We vote to be heard.

We vote to be seen.

We vote to be equal.

Because this land is our land, too. And we will never stop fighting for our right to be a part of it.


A Coach and a Player



The dedication and bonding of both permeates the barriers of age and life.
The transplanting of knowledge into the player with the grace and skill of
An eagle in a hunt.

The bonding overgrows the years current and past to an unknown level of
Continuous dialogue of both is truth and understanding. As the player goes into the
Realm of being a “Basketball Jones” as his coach had been for so many years.

His coach's love of that 'round pill' supersedes all other sports on this planet.
As the player watches like a hawk on the prowl for a victim. Seeing through all
Of the side noise and distractions with the focus of a shark. He embraces all of the
Coaches style and techniques honing them into a grace likeness of a track star in
A 'poetry in motion' likeness with a pure desire to win and win every time.

As he embraces- his players with a cocoon of love and respect instilling in them the need
To be the very best for themselves in each and every challenge.

The days-weeks-months and years pass with grace and the emerging of a coach- not
A player as the cocoon dropped away. All that was ingrained in his soul and heart became
As granite to be the best and the best is just around the corner.

Now -as the epitome of his former coach no longer a player- but a coach. As the
Crowd roars and his players push to be as he was with his coach in high school.
Polishing their skills in a diamond like way revealing the inner beauty of perfection of
Them as their coach - not a player for his former coach in high school.

As the years pass, the coach and his coach continue their bond as though it is yesterday.
As the crowd roars and his players smile with love for their coach as he did to his
Coach in his high school days.

With a championship as their target and bound with a steel like bond between the players
and their coach -they take to the floor-and the clock starts...


© 2021 “The Coach and the Player”- Paul S Hickman- All Rights Reserved


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The Clock Stops After 400 Years



And, the time has come for the retreat into the caves
from whence we came.

As the Clock Stops

As the clock stops, and the wind blows in all directions
as the changes are upon us. With the top down and the
down on top as it has been spoken to us.

As The Clock Stops

As the clock stops, and fear grabs the souls of the iniquity
doers of deeds. And with visions heard over the horizon whips into
our faces burning us with the hot winds of change.

As the clock stops then starts again with the changes done.
And we stood there in awe...


© 2021 “The Clock Stops After 400 Years” -Paul S Hickman- All Rights Reserved


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A Timely Encounter

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Today I met two angels on the path
One was an older slightly lined woman
White mature cultivated masculine
She asked me to dance with her
But first I should take off my clothes
I hesitated out of shy conceitedness
Then she put her arm around my waist
The natural bond was unabashedly felt
Nothing mattered except the moment
I urgently shed my constricting shirt
The empty hall transforming into a ballroom
The next angel was a dance teacher
He showed me a warm-up exercise
It looked graspable quite simple
Until I realized that I was in a cage
I looked below and discovered the others
Dancers moving with diverse rhythms
Each performing their own technique
I opened the gilded filigree door
And I jumped.


Camille Elaine Thomas
July 1, 2021
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It's a Brand New Day

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Can you hear the whistle blowin‘?
Do you know where you’re goin?
Take a trip down the seaside
Clear Waters moving deep and wide
Ridin on that new A Train
Best method to stop the pain
Ridin high on the line
And everything is oh so fine

Cus it’s a brand new day
No old dues to pay
That’s all i got to say
Is it’s a brand new day

You take one step forward, two to the side
The movement just makes you wanna ride
Nothin to stop the positive flow
Listen up just nod your head and feel the glow

No blues gonna catch me and get me down
I can feel my mojo jumpin‘ comin round
Everything is movin on to where I wanna be
Nobody’s Drama is gonna be fuckin‘ wid me

‚cus it’s a brand new day
Hear what I say
It’s a brand new day
No collector bills to pay

Immigration laws hey no taboo
Gun Control thats what we gotta do
Make racial profiling a Thing of the past
Make defund the Police free at last

Change you mind and you ass will follow
The Oppression blues you ain’t gotta swallow
Free your mind from mental slavery
Stand up strong that’s true bravery
Together we stand divided we fall
It’s about the peoples Unity, that’s all

From left to Right and back again
Change your mind Baby, that ain’t no sin
Philosophies White Brown and black
It’s the Unity of the Forces, that’s what we all lack

‚cause it’s a brand new day
Nothin‘ left to say
Hey, it’s gonna stay
It’s the only way (repeats)
To make a brand new day


Camille Elaine Thomas
June 01, 2021
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Days In and Days Out



Paul's daughter Irene Melina Hickman reads his poem:

When does it end with my death.
The minutes-hours-days weeks-months-years.
We the enslaved toiled without mercy for those who control
Our daily movements.

The shear physical and mental pain must be endured for the
Ancestors wrestle with this too. Mental - the teachings us
The anguish yet to come endlessly.

Days In and Days Out

Into the fields of nothing for us. As we watched over each other
With care and love. Keeping that unseen love intertwined
With bitterness and hatred. Both learned from the ones free
To do to us without regret.

Days In and Days Out

There was no end insight for us. Some ran only to
Be returned with bruises and scars. Some whimpered like
Young puppies while others stood tall and erect. None
Could wonder back and forth without interrogations.

Days In and Days Out

While we were still chained and loaded in cages like untamed lions.
Glaring our eyes towards the en-slaver who called out our action
On their parts. The power of the eyes looking deep into the souls
Of the en-slavers Raising their fear beyond their belief. As they
Withheld the freeing us from bondage when the news passed days ago.

Days In and /Days Out

The whispers of good news for us. The cuffs and iron around
The neck and ankles were to be taken away.
To break freely. Some danced a jig and ran around happily.
For me it was the harness wrapped around me inhibiting my
movements. Controlled anger caught me giving me
the release of my soul before death would claimed me.

Days In and Days Out



(c)2021 Paul S Hickman All Rights Reserved


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The World We Live In

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The World we live in doesn't view us as we are.
It sees us through the scope of the biases that plague it
We are judged through a filter changing from person to person
We are not truly seen
Merely perceived
Presumed to be- and therefore, to the World we become

The World we live in doesn't view us as we are.
It sees us as is necessary for the continuations of the narrative bought into by the most people with the best weapons and the loudest voices.
The World decides how we define success, failure, truth, faith, our identity by putting us in categories to make us easier to manage.
He, She, They, Them, Non-binary, Straight, Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer, Intersex, Monogamous, Polyamorous, Pan-sexual, Asexual, Man, Woman, Black, White, Brown
Defined as therefore limited to

The World we live in doesn't view us as we are.
The World doesn’t view us.

People do

The World is an intangible set of ideas that we, People, have chosen to define ourselves and others by
We created these constructs so we can redefine them- if we want
And we must choose to
We must decide that the frames, boxes, cages- we have infused with ourselves to form our identities are indeed malleable.
We must want to accept more than our own ideals if we wish to share this world.
Because it does not only belong to one narrative- IT IS MADE OF MANY

The world we live in has People who don’t view us as we are.
But we can learn to see each other.
If we so choose.
And I hope we do.

Because I want the world I live in, to see me as I am.


Alexandra Smith


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