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poems about black pride and the black experience |
ASIDE
A user.
A wanton woman.
A head full of dreads.
An arm full of charms.
A face full of faces---
From so many places.
A child and a lover,
Hurt and abused.
Always misused.
A reason, a daughter,
The love of the Father.
BINYELUM
This love we have is grand. This love we've spoken true. We've got it in the bag. There's nothing they can do. Black skin across these chains. Our memories of bliss, This land cannot destroy, Or white oppression's fist. These stolen moments few, Our hearts are all we have. Let's do as lovers do, And make this moment last. Chained side by side today. Your lovely, lowly glance, Worth every chance I take, Worth traveling the lands.
*Binyelum, means "stay with me," in Igbo.
DEMANDING
It's your sensual lips so big and brown, Your milky eyes so soft and round. Your cocoa skin, Is the light of my days, Anguishing me, in a naughty haze. My man, My love, That's who you are, The twinkle of my eyes, My shining star. Beloved, My angel, With big dark hands, To handle our love's Most ambitious demands.
FACELESS
Resounding with a clang,
All the songs she sang.
A jazz player in mid-key,
Leaving all he was to be.
My son.
My baby.
It's been 10 years since he
Was taken from us.
A senseless killing,
Is what it was "just."
"No way to understand these
type things."
Your typical sad, hood, crime scene.
And the world grows colder.
And the tedium of another year
Of scattered holidays and
Church events come and go.
And all I know is awash,
As I wait on God and trust.
From where you dwell
I'm a million miles away.
But Dear Boy, just know this:
I'll see you again someday.
FOR SALE
You sold! You slave. The breath of life For smoke-filled days. Motherhood for unfit ways. Sweet success for ill-gotten gains. The slice of life for Political chains.
You sold! You slave. One- and- only for conformity, Bravery For unspread wings. Pointing fingers and Defeatist things, Stifle up the grown.
Get life, Sweet soul! Find the tenets you Would uphold. A forgiven past can Salve and whole. Live each day carefully, bold! And life will hunt you down. Then gradually, your hand, It's axe, will smoothly do the deed. A thwack of chains will loudly break; You've life Sweet Soul! You're free! GOING THERE
Shakin' it hard.
Droppin' it low.
Spinnin' it fast,
So he can know.
That your the real deal,
A real Ace Queen.
You're the top of the
Show.
Every man's dream.
No, you're not a real dancer.
I mean, it's okay. It's our
Heritage, we were born
this way.
Nothing more to offer.
Alive to tantalize,
that's all that we are.
Not your heart,
not your mind.
Your a** is the star.
HERITAGE
A heritage of splendor. A heritage of grace. Soul don't you wonder When seeking His face, The meaning of darkness In all it's array? The depth of connotation That lights our way, With every lithe move, Every breath that we take. The paradox, the versus, the Bottom line. The warmth, the soul, The rhythm, the rhyme. The nurture, the source, Suffused within: The oil of essence of all that there is. Evident in the midst, Boldness in life. Imposing in cadence, Barbarity In might. My skin and yours Reflect spiritual themes; A riddle, a brushstroke Of God's greatest things.
HIDDEN TREASURE
Still in this dark of clime We shine, Still in this dark of clime. Through poison aged and Wicked spells, Cun and snoot, Robbery, League of Anguished niceties, Criminal atrocities, In this darkened time. Still in this dark of clime, We shine, Still in this dark of clime.
Lagged vindication Swells, The heavy- hearted know This well; Bearers of a thousand tales, Mark both young and old. Who will change this Circumstance, give Light to any hope? Who will beastly Forces chance, Destroy the Weeded growth? Is this burden yours Or mine Some tokens to your Racial vine, There with those be satisfied; Dependence on the strong.
Yet bronze- like faces still aglow, Living in the Things we know, So often do we Steal the show, In this perilous time. In spite of powers that May be, Living hard--- but right In Majesty, At home and in Community, In this perilous time. Through time and time and time, Look at how you shine The globe, Sweet kin, Look just how you shine!
HOOD AND FABULOUS
Pick pick Pat. Pick pick Pat. God forbid it go flat, Pick pick Pat. Summoning my Inner Foxy, Lipgloss in Bubblegum pink. World here I come, For better or for worse. Raise the bar, Raise the bar, Emergence, Elbows, knees, Lube it up, Lube it up. And a spritz Spritz Of Issey Miyake (cause the stuff Aint cheap). Makin' my way... Whoosa...
MAKE IT RAIN
Catch this money, It's here, It go.... Cycles of living, Entrepreneurial flow. Into real estate now Last year--- resales. Mary Kay on the side, Making new strides. Gotta live to the fullest, Don't throw it away. Gotta get into living. Each day's a new day, To gain class and wealth. To reach for the stars, To better yourself, You gotta work hard. This month was good, But next month will be hott, When my clients all see The new timeshares I bought. Writing is boring, Flippin' houses a pest. Doing hair? No Ma' Dear. Weddings? Parties? Oh wait, that's next! I'll never burn out, You never know the road, Or the rainbow to end In a pot of gold. Cycles of living, Entreprenurial flow. I live hard, I live fast, Yeah, just watch me Go!!! MASTERPIECE
I draw you...
A charcoal and
Brown pastel
Against paper,
Oh so white...
That can't comprehend
Your relevance
Upon its linear plane.
I am smearing and fanning
Features that make
Their mark...
So dark,
So lovely are thee.
Assaulted on
A whitewashed world
Purposefully.
Your colors will stand
Stark and strong,
Reflecting the light, here
And there.
And in this way,
I will draw you...
MILLENNIALS' BLISS
O baby come to me, Come to me now. I need your sweat, Your salty tears, Our silhouette Across the display Of a Netflix light. If an animal, I'd be a Wounded deer, a relentless target to a cupid With an ill-willed and Sneaky grin.
You had me at "Netflix And chill" And sold at the Addition of Popeyes. Even now, my toe Grazes a chicken bone, Sending a deviant shudder Over lax limbs. I glance over the Full Metal Alchemist Bed sheets, and a Non-existent headboard: Typical Millennials interlude. "My Big Black King," I say. "My Chocolate Drop Angel," You say. I nuzzle you. Out of nowhere materializes a Tiny diamond ring over a pack of Rolos. "Let's make it official," you say. "Yes," I say, with tears, "Remind me to pay the Netflix subscription."
MINDLESS PEOPLE
Invented hosts of contraptions During Antebellum South, Strides in Civil Rights, O mindless we.
Politically kicked down doors, Took Entertainment by storm, O mindless we.
Living Black Girl Magic, And Athletic Dreams, O mindless, mindless we.
Mindless, so mindless? How mindless can we be?
OPEN MIC
Just hold your mouth while I Verse out. Queen of the South, Loves to Verse out. Give her her clout as she verse out Never in doubt, when she verse out.
Lord of the Stage It's so clear Lyrics he spittin so tight Handle bizness on the mic. Lord of the Stage Lookin' right. Panther of the Areenaaaaa!!!!!
Feel her anxiety, her hurt, A blossom waiting to birth. But now versing tight as a bud, Ladies night, give her some love.
Man, now what he 'gon do? But whoa, what he's speaking is true. What we all really needed to hear. Every eye shedding a tear.
Open Mic delightfully sweet A vast array of feels. See you in 2 weeks my friends, It's been amazingly real.
The Seed of Life
Ole man from Savannah, Used to hold his head down, Told me a story once, Of the trouble he found. Born not hurtin no one, A lamb on earth, But no one care nothin, Bout his life or his birth. A nigga they called him, Every day of his life, Outweighing lazy days, Loads of hunger and strife. You work for me now, Don't forget you're black, Shuffle for this one, Shuffle for that. A life just existing, Just trying to get by. Pain still persisting, Through each suppressed cry. Then faith was restored, through His progeny, the chosen grandchild, Would live out his dreams. A Master's in Science, Cum laude, Special honors, A job in the wings. Now Ole man from Savannah Holds his head high, A dream not deferred, A well not dry. For seeds were watered, And so turned the tide, Ole man from Savannah, Is come now to life.
UNFORGIVABLE
Her only assault was her Black Face.
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