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The joy is in the  

food we prepare.
The fish that we fry
and fried chicken
too.
Our cobblers and
cakes, the buttery
cornbread and
tender beef potatoes
and carrots with gravy
stew.
The music that we
create.
The naughty of Southern
Black Blues.
It’s the written stanzas
of the poets pen
and the preachers preachin’
gospels good news.
The joy is in our happy
hands clappin’ and
soulful fingers snappin’.
The Bojangles of our
gleeful feet jiggin’, dancin’
and Tappin’.
The cadence in our rap
songs that have the whole
world rappin’
These wondrous Black
People sing.
We smile.
We overcome
incredible odds set against
us.
Speaking out of injustice
that does not favor us.

The Joy is in the culture of
the shared stories and
history we tell.
The happy within our
hearts that was never yours
to Sale.
God’s people are a joyous
People.
A talented and heartful people.
Nothing
like us in all the earth.
Men, women and children
most wondered at.

Ⓒcjj

Poem by: Chyrel J. Jackson

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Author’s Short Bio 

Chyrel J. Jackson, 2025 poet Laureate, author, writer and poet. Reared and raised in the greatest metropolis to ever exist Chicago. Chyrel writes in the spirit of her past great Literary ancestors.

Published Work: SistersRoc’N’Rhyme Presents Poems in the Key of Life, Mirrored Images and Different Sides of the Same Coin.

Find her on:   SISTERSROCNRHYME.BLOGSPOT.COM    https://www.gardenofneuropublishing.com