James Smith the Lowly Negro
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The Lowly Negro is a written account of a poor, destitute and uneducated inner-city Black male’s life and journey in the United States of America. To sustain and survive he must weather the lows, as he weather’s the highs. As an African American he is an invisible man and believes he is the sum of his experiences. Other’s believe his existence is an illusion of rehearsed lines, walking with his eyes closed, hoping for the best. The Lowly Negro is a singular voice representing countless men and women from disenfranchised and marginalized communities.  The forgotten and neglected of society who only have the written word as their protest.  …mehr

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Produktbeschreibung
The Lowly Negro is a written account of a poor, destitute and uneducated inner-city Black male’s life and journey in the United States of America. To sustain and survive he must weather the lows, as he weather’s the highs. As an African American he is an invisible man and believes he is the sum of his experiences. Other’s believe his existence is an illusion of rehearsed lines, walking with his eyes closed, hoping for the best. The Lowly Negro is a singular voice representing countless men and women from disenfranchised and marginalized communities.  The forgotten and neglected of society who only have the written word as their protest.  
Autorenporträt
I am an African-American poet who exists in search of life's purpose, forgiveness and enlightenment. I was fortunate to be housed in my living Hell known as the LaGuardia Projects on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. I was nurtured by my mom who was a naive and hard working woman and my broken step-father a crack addicted High School drop-out and Vietnam Veteran. They were both products of Jim Crow Louisiana. As a child I day dreamed (especially at school) about a better life, every waking minute. It was my only escape from the child abuse, the mundane, and the dysfunction. I didn’t dream of being a poet or a writer: my dream was to become a Priest. I ran away from home at 16 to escape the physical and mental child abuse. I dropped out of High School and existed on the streets on New York as a con-artist, hustler and thief. This was the journey that shaped my writing. To educate myself I would spend my days in the Library reading Shelly, Dickens, Poe, Hughes, Baldwin, Byron. I loved the classics, mainly the rhythm of the cadence. In my early twenties I was listened to Screaming Jay Hawkins, Tom Waits, The Last Poets, and Captain Beefheart. I was captivated by spoken word over music. I put a band together and started performing in the East Village: Sidewalk Café, CBGB’s, Knitting Factory, ABC No Rio, anywhere and everywhere. If you want to influence and or inspire you must first live it. I could care less about a poet’s words who hasn’t experienced firsthand what he is writing about. Live it, survive it, analyze and then write. I continue to live a debilitating life with no regrets. I am a single father of a 7 year old daughter who gives my life love, purpose and meaning. I named her Maya after Maya Angelou. I am a Poet, I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me.