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Frederick Douglass 


When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful

and terrible thing, needful to man as air,   

usable as earth; when it belongs at last to all,   

when it is truly instinct, brain matter, diastole, systole,   

reflex action; when it is finally won; when it is more   

than the gaudy mumbo jumbo of politicians:   

this man, this Douglass, this former slave, this Negro   

beaten to his knees, exiled, visioning a world   

where none is lonely, none hunted, alien,   

this man, superb in love and logic, this man   

shall be remembered. Oh, not with statues’ rhetoric,   

not with legends and poems and wreaths of bronze alone,

but with the lives grown out of his life, the lives   

fleshing his dream of the beautiful, needful thing.

Poetry Credit: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46460/frederick-douglass?mc_cid=b11dc58d34&mc_eid=259b02d0f8

I wanted to post one more thing during Black History Month. This is a poem about Frederick Douglass. Since the month ends on March 1, this will be my last opportunity to get another individual associated with abolition or the civil rights movement. Next year, I may forego my normal schedule so I can get a profile or poetry or something for each day of the month. We’ll see.

In the meantime, have a great weekend! I realize some of you may be missing my Funny Friday posts, but you can tickle your funny bone on two sites I frequent often. Here they are:

The Oatmeal: https://theoatmeal.com/ Funny Comics and Stories

The Onion: https://www.theonion.com/ News Satire

Until next time…