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Like much performance poetry, Jayne Cortez's is angry, raging at oppression wherever she finds it here, in the Caribbean, in Africa. She is more than willing to be didactic. In fact, I suspect she thinks it is the poet's duty to teach a lesson or two. In "Taking the Blues Back Home," reprinted in Jazz Fan Looks Back, Cortez combines the anger and the music:
| The blues that came to me from the slave dungeons the blues that came to me from the death trails the blues that came to me from my ancestors the blues that came to me in a spell that tells me through birth that I'm the owner of the blues from a long time ago |