henry 7. reneau, jr. | Every Angry Black Man Could Give A Fuck About Post-Racial Politically Correct Rhetoric. That Is The Same Lie Willie Lynch Used To Chain The Minds Of Slaves. | Poets Resist

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henry 7. reneau, jr. writes words of conflagration to awaken the world ablaze, an inferno of free verse illuminated by his affinity for disobedience, like a discharged bullet that commits a felony every day, the spontaneous combustion that blazes from his heart, phoenix-fluxed red & gold, exploding through change is gonna come to implement the fire next time. He is the author of the poetry collection, freedomland blues (Transcendent Zero Press) and the e-chapbook, physiography of the fittest (Kind of a Hurricane Press), now available from their respective publishers. Additionally, he has self-published a chapbook entitled 13hirteen Levels of Resistance, and his collection, The Book Of Blue(s) : Tryin’ To Make A Dollar Outta’ Fifteen Cents, was a finalist for the 2018 Digging Press Chapbook Series. His work has also been nominated multiple times for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net.

Also by henry 7. reneau, jr.: freedomland blues Kinfolks Day 7: November 8, 2016 (Amerikkkans Got Just What They Deserved.)

Poets Resist
Edited by Sandra L. Faulkner
June 19, 2020

henry 7. reneau, jr.

Every Angry Black Man Could Give A Fuck About Post-Racial Politically Correct Rhetoric. That Is The Same Lie Willie Lynch Used To Chain The Minds Of Slaves.

Throughout the history of the struggle by Black citizens, for equality and inclusivity in all facets of American life, they have religiously employed non-violent, and/or purely defensive measures, to garner the sympathy, understanding and support of fellow non-Black Americans. And after centuries of marches, boycotts, petitions, legal challenges to change legislation (most often later amended to mostly toothless) and praying to God like there’s no tomorrow, Black people can still be legally lynched with disproportionate laws, chokeholds, Tazers, bullets, or a knee to the neck. Who said things are better than they used to be? A pdf version of this poem can be found here.