(Tracy Mckever)
Rolling this fat idea into rhetoric
Adding adhesion so the cohesion will stick
But before I light up these blazing thoughts to pass around
I'll need 3 more poets to help burn this piece down
Affixing poetic styles that can not be compared
Extend hands up high and wave your papyrus in the air
Let's inscribe on issues that cause stagnation
Fusing the greatest poets living to create a mental collaboration
Verses that might leave most scholars leery
Not fit for squares like the Pythagorean theory
This is for those who like to smoke metaphorical dialects
Incisively exposing light on topics that are most complex
Introduction over: Now it's time to come correct....

(LaVerne Prade)
Emotional rape that's what it was
And that can be the worst kind
'Cause you can't really see it with the naked eye
How dare you claim to love me, to care about me, to nurture me
You left me lying there like yesterday's garbage
Don't you know I have breastfed Kings and Queens
Nurtured Pharaoh's
And advised Heads of State
My sex has never been for sale
Yet when you see me Mr. Man that is all you do see
You are hypnotized by my walk
Erotocized by my hips
And mesmerized with my lips
Now my black man gets me all tattered and torn
Not remembering the scars go back to before I was born
.....And oh you think we forgot
How you crept in the night
Stealing our innocence, and pimping our ignorance, while we put up a fight

(Erica MacMillian)
The rape of Mother Africa!
Stripping her of her strong, proud seed, creating strange fruit in a strange
land that swings from trees in the breeze.
Stealing the diamonds in her eyes,
The fire in her stride.
All an attempt to recreate in reverse the process of your birth.
Burrowing deeply into her womb,
Like Christians trying to be reborn. . . into the flawless form of the black
man.
Trying to reconnect with your roots planted deep in the Dark Continent.
The reflection in the mirror reveals the imperfection of your countenance.
And when with her beauty you cannot assimilate,
You instead try to propagate.
Diluting the blood lines,
Planting oil lines and gold mines.
Cry for Mother Africa!  For her tears formed the oceans and the
seas.
.....And oh you think we forgot
How you crept in the night
Stealing our innocence, and pimping our ignorance, while we put up a fight

(Brett Bonner)
An African mother's painful stride
with oppression blood running down her thighs
bearing the children of Gold Coast's first slaves
and incarcerated tribesman at Robbins Islands' mass graves
conceived on the dawn of the Black Holocaust
without the blanket of freedom to rinse her off
left naked and sodomized from the womb to the tomb
racked over the coals, buried, then exhumed
only to be reincarnated into a spirit cloud
lifting up the entire African Nation
a manifestation of God's finest creation
Black Power with perfectly rounded hips
and fingernails clutching the ends of  spear tips
screaming Revolution!!!!! Revolution!!!!!
witness her for the first time
redefining the meaning of Black Pride........
.....And oh you think we forgot
How you crept in the night
Stealing our innocence, and pimping our ignorance, while we put up a fight