Panther Man

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Panther Man Wouldn't think t look at m he was so damn bad they had t sneak up on m, shoot m in his bead in his bed sleepin Afroed up 3 inches smilin gunpowder. Hey, Mister Panther! Get up and fight that cracker-back, back m gainst the wall of YOUR room where YOU sleep with YOUR dreams and take down his goddam name take down his goddam number give m a motel napkin to hold the blood where YOUR bullet grabbed m, tell m YOUR name YOUR race make m write it down in HIS blood for HIS momma to remember, back m out yr door and make m come in RIGHT— in daylight with ALL his pukey buddies behind guns cursin Black men, makin gut noises wakin up the WORLD. Tell m, Panther! Get up out yr dead bed; if THATS the way he is even yr GHOST can take m. 1970 1970

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Poem written by Emanuel in 1970 in colloquial language,giving a poetic voice to the Black Panther party. (Page 1)

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  • type
    Image
  • created on
  • file format
    jpg
  • file size
    557 kB
  • container title
    James A. Emanuel Papers
  • creator
    James A. Emanuel
  • issue
    BOX 4 FOLDER 27, "The Chopping Block (Selected Poems), draft, 1988 (2 of 2)
  • rights
    James A. Emanuel Estate
  • rights holder
    James A. Emanuel Estate
  • version
    1970/1970