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I Shall Rise

                                                         

From copious ash of grave misfortune 

I shall rise again and again 

Despite the deceitful hearts of men 

my candid nerves shall not be lost 

nor set to waver by their lurid contempt 

When jealousy triumphs 

and her indifference scorns 

I will quiet the clamor of my fitted soul 

There is a noble victory in peace 

It is a radiant covenant that governs all 

As dire arrows fly without regret 

and greed consumes my daily bread in disregard 

this bare resolve shall grow in strength 

I shall be of good courage 

When fear attempts to steal my unmasked thoughts 

bravery will shield them from theft 

The sword of faith shall provide them way 

Despite the deceitful hearts of men 

I shall rise again and again 

from copious ash of grave misfortune 

When jealousy triumph and her indifference scorns 

my candid nerves shall not be lost 

I will quiet the clamor of my fitted soul 

I shall rise

05/02/2021

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For Alvin LeBlanc, a.k.a. Kool B, a veteran of poetry slams going back to 1990, the South is nothing less than “a literary haven,” with Houston in particular “primed” for poetry. “People in the South talk,” says the 54-year-old LeBlanc, who grew up in Lafayette, La., and came to Houston to study sociology at Texas Southern State University. “They see you down the street, and they want to say something. Southern people are also used to listening to orators, preachers. From all of that, poetry has an ear.” 

LeBlanc, an instructor at the Adult Reading Center, brings his poetry to the people as producer of the online show Wordville and a member of the DJ collective Rebel Crew. In performance, LeBlanc recites his poetry in a way that is fluid, yet sounds unrehearsed, as if the words were being pulled out of thin air. In a performance at the Jazz Church of Houston, with his visor wrapped around his long, braided hair, the bespectacled LeBlanc moves gracefully as he speaks, illustrating each line with slow, simple gestures, like a Tai Chi master talking jazz: A village of windblown desperados in pursuit of a gold train loaded down with precious metals, pressed into bullions that grow like sunset, Texas to California dreamin’… It was the sound of black thunder and gallop that made the canyons quake. Let’s make no mistake about it: There’s no honor among thieves and siege is how the west was won. 

Though poetry has always been a tool for political protest, LeBlanc believes the art often reveals more commonalities than differences. “It brings the races together,” says LeBlanc. “Coming from rural Louisiana, where you would get chased home if you didn’t stay on your side of the city, poetry has shown me that people can work together, that people do have the same heartbreaks and the same anger. Poetry is where you can hear the humanness in people.”

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