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Victori Bass
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A family historian who enjoys spending quality time with the ancestors, telling their stories & poetry.
A family historian who enjoys spending quality time with the ancestors, telling their stories & poetry.

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Desolate Place
How did I get to this place? How did I come to this desolate place, where nobody seems to be, where there's no love anywhere, and everyone hides behind lying eyes, because nobody really cares, because nobody seems to see. How did I get to this place? How di...
Desolate Place
Desolate Place
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Always Our Roots
ALWAYS... O ur roots  Dug deep in American soil cling only to the surface crawl across ungiving ground pulled hybrid tubules, sprout in all directions now From Cameroon waters plucked, From our own waters, placed in to the tears, our mother's shed in to the...
Always Our Roots
Always Our Roots
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A Response to a Fool
In response to Joyner Lucas... "I'm not racist," you say? seems to be the code word, 'word up' of the day, because if you really wasn't, you wouldn't have shit to say, In the sixties, We use to change negatives into superlatives too, in order to make the be...
A Response to a Fool
A Response to a Fool
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A Response to a Fool
" I'm not racist," you say? seems to be the code word, 'word up' of the day, because if you really wasn't, you wouldn't have to say, In the sixties, We use to change negatives into superlatives too, in order to make the best of a bad situation, so when some...
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A Response to a Fool
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It's all I ask?
What was his name? That man, that man, Of African birth who came, So many generations past, So very long ago, So many questions asked, And none who really know, What was his name? That man, that man, If he were Akan, He would have been named in order of his...
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It's all I ask?
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It's all I ask?
What was his name? That man, that man, Of African birth who came, So many generations past, So very long ago, So many questions asked, And none who really know, What was his name? That man, that man, If he were Akan, His name could be any given Sunday, On a...
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It's all I ask?
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Written in answer to A Musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning What was he doing the great god Pan? Do you really want to know? Down by the River Oyan, Where the Nigerian reeds grow, provoking greed and creating a riot, between the Yoruba, Dahomey,...
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For One
For One
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Griot Soul
It was the griot soul who wrote our history on walls in graffiti, and scribbled our scriptures, in graphic mystery, painting our likeness in cerulean mixtures, undeniable hieroglyphic pictures, of who we were meant to be. It was the griot soul Who cared abo...
Griot Soul
Griot Soul
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