Nikki Giovanni’s Latest Poem:‘ Vote


Urban News Service, A Division of Zenger

Nikki Giovanni is 74 now, a generation removed from the height of her poetic power. But she remains fiery and talented and has a lot on her mind.

The author of countless poems that center on love and civil rights, Giovanni wants a new president. Just as important to her, she said, is that the black community exercises its right to vote.

She spoke about a lot Sunday during an event honoring scholar and intellectual W.E.B. DuBois at Clark Atlanta University. But it all came down to voting, which is not surprising considering her background.

Giovanni is an icon because she penned powerful, self-affirming poems during the 1960s Civil Rights Movement. Born Yolande Cornelia Giovanni, Jr., she is most famous for her first book, “Feeling Black, Black Talk” and most noted poem is “Nikki-Rosa,” which is a thoughtful remembrance of growing up in a loving African American home near Cincinnati.

She expanded her voice to speak out on injustices, earning 2008 Black Enterprise Legacy Award, among countless other honors along the way. She calls herself “an old lady,” but her commitment to black people and equal rights persists.

“I don’t care who you vote for,” Giovanni said, “just vote, because there’s not a person on that (debate) stage who hasn’t lied or done something. They all did something. . . against us.

But we must make sure they can’t silence us. We must not go (vote) because we don’t like someone. Fannie Lou Hamer. Fannie Lou organized the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party. . . She knew she could be killed. But they didn’t’ murder her. But they did pull her off the bus and beat her and beat her beat her. They tried to scare her. I made a promise to myself that if I am even sort of alive, I will vote. Fannie Lou Hamer took a hell of a beating so I could vote, and so I will. . . and everyone else should, too.”

She read from her just-written poem that she said she may call “2020” or “Vote.”

It’s not a hug, or atoy at Christmas

It’s not a colored eggat Easter

Or a bunny hoppingacross the meadow

            It’s a vote, saying you are a citizen

            Though sometimes it is traveling and sometimes a no.

            It can be male of female

            It can be right or left

            I can disagree

            But I am a citizen

            I should be able to vote from prison

            I should be able to vote from the battlefield

            I should be able to vote when I get my driver’s license

            I should be able to vote when can I purchase a gun

            When I’m in the hospital

            Or the old folk’s home

            Or if I need a ride to the polling place

            I am a citizen

            Imust be able to vote.

            Folks were lynched

            Folks were shot.

            Folks communities were gerrymander

            Folks who believed in the Constitution were lied to

            Burned out, bought and sold because

            They agreed that all men and women were created equal.

            Folks vote to make us free

            It’s not cookies or cake

            But it is icing that is so sweet

            Good for us, my country tis of thee.

            Here is

            “Our people were not uneducated, they were un-degreed.

            “When you think about this country, we made it.”

            A proud graduate of Fisk University


            “People ask me about Black Lives Matter and I say I love them because I do.”


  • Curtis Bunn is a journalist, author, founder of the National Book Club Conference. He is a lover of God, family, golf, travel, good food and Whiskey.

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