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Chris Raines Poem
My Black Is Beautiful
My Black is beautiful because I belong to a people that shows its beauty
through a wide spectrum of rich shades of brown, vanilla, walnut, butter
scotch, mahogany, honey, nut meg, and beautiful ebony of the night.
With luscious lips, full, thin, swollen, thick and perfect bow and arrow to
indulge in loving, kissing cares away, holding conversations of the day, kissing
scars of life and pain of love ones, and kissing the tears and smiles of children.
My Black is beautiful rich and deep, which covers all of me. My poignant,
intellectual, sharp and creative mind that helped shape history and fixtures of
time. Heartache, heartbreak, separation, degradation, intimidation,
discrimination has not changed my wonderful beautiful exuberant spirit or
damned my soul or damaged my heart.
In fact I stand taller and bolder like an ageless, ancient oak tree deep rooted
swaying in the winds of time. And yet I am still gentle, loving and nurturing
babies into great men and women.
My Black is beautiful because I stand up and face the world and represent
proudly who I am in all my arrays of browns. Struggles, triumphs and love
sparkles brightly translucent upon my head to make up my crowns, receiving
great light from God that replenishes me and rekindles my fire for life!
My Black is beautiful because God has designed me to last forever, to be
every where in the world from continent to continent to show endurance,
unconditional love, compassion and un-wavering strength of a spirit and soul.
My Black is so beautiful it out shines gold.
My Black is so beautiful because I am one in millions of millions and millions
like me. But I still contain my individuality to live and love just for me, and
my family, and pass on my strength, my love, my history, my dancing spirit
and road maps to destinies. My Black is Awesome!!
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Church Folk
Church folk will hug you, love you
And throw a knife in that new coiffure
Church folk ain’t no joke.
They will definitely talk about
you when you are broke.
Some of them are dancing on Friday,
into Saturday night.
Getting to church on Sunday in the daylight.
Feet still stepping, pepping, body swaying to
music of their time, breath still
smelling like last night’s wine.
Sunday evening playing horseshoes
chugging down the home brews.
Church folk ain’t no joke.
They roll their eyes.
while they tell you lies.
Church folks shout, dance and stomp
to the ghost.
Seeing who can dance the most,
and gossiping while eating
that Sunday roast.
Church folk ain’t no joke
Polishing that door knob,
at the same time coveting your job
Twisting that knife
While lusting after your life.
Church folks ain’t no joke.
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Children At Risk
Every time I hear a child has been neglected
and vastly un protected.
Parents and caretakers have the most important
job of the world,
To raise and mold a boy or girl.
It breaks my heart.
We are tearing the children apart.
We have failed them with our stupidity, sicknesses,
Passiveness and crimes
These things have been done since the beginning of time
We are tearing the children apart
With our greed
Sickly and unnatural need
With our cruelty and abuse
Leading to deadly misuse
Of our positions
And screwed up missions
We’ve taken children from the Aborigines
Some of them biracial
Many progenies of Australia’s elite
Moved them to an island because it was discreet
It was out of sight out of mind.
People were being blind.
We’ve put children in England in orphanages
Because status quo said parents were causing damages
We’ve taken Indian children from reservations
To blend them into civilization.
We’ve enslaved Black children on plantations
Reasoning it is good for the nations
All this done by those in status quo
Because of reasoning we said so.
For the children facing starvation
In India, Africa, Somilia, Ethiopia
and other nations
Who have bombs
But no food and care for there little ones
There is the Tuskegee experiment, hole in the head
Where nothing was said
Indoctrination of the wrong kind
Interfering with a child’s mind.
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Words
Words make verses and rhymes.
Expressions of my mind
have been with me throughout time.
Rhyme and reasoning
Words with grammatical seasoning.
They can hurt you
or nurture you.
My words can be uplifting
life shifting,
even spiteful,
some needing decrypting.
They can be soul searching
thought provoking and
soul cleaning
Put your thinking cap on and decipher
my meaning.
The words can touch your heart
And hit that just right spot,
to make you think without a blink
and giving a wink
to the person who used the ink
to print the words
you’ve just heard
too open your soul
to help you gain or loose control.
Vowels, consonants making words and phrases.
Some may garner praises.
Some eloquent, some raw, some poised some powerful
and some hilariously crazy
may make the sleep push up daisies.
Words on war, words on peace
Words of the decease.
Words of suffrage
from women wanting passage
to be an individual.
Words of bravery endurances
Words challenging occurrences.
Words about our favorite people
Words about people worshiping under the pointed steeple
Words about people and faraway places.
Words about different races.
The words are sometimes the same.
Some bring thoughts of possibility
Some may bring shame
Still expressions of caring and sharing
Some soul searching and soul bearing.
So read my subjects, adjectives, pronouns and verbs,
and formulate your own expressive words.
Give access to your thoughts and feelings,
because words can be very appealing and revealing.
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Journey To Freedom
I awake in the morning and
and see the stars and stripes in my head
I stare at the picture of the statute of the
grand lady hanging over my bed.
At night I see dreams of me coming over in a boat.
Tragedy strikes and bodies are afloat.
I walk through the underground tunnel in the cold,
from the land of the Aztec that has no more gold.
Sailing across with no visibility.
to the shores of humanity,
crossing over the sea on a raft of logs.
We are in Arizona hiding from the border patrol dogs.
I hide in the wheel compartment of the airplane.
Fearful and sweating I may never see life again.
I can see my dream coming true,
after reaching the land of the red, white and blue.
My quest for freedom is dangerously bold.
Once I get there I will love it I’m told.
Packed like sardines in a hot stuffy van.
No life in my country now I’m fooled by this man.
We are a secret living invisible among the free
in a country with so many liberties
I will sacrifice my life, even live illegally,
to give a better life to my family.
I walk through the California mountains.
I come by the Florida coast.
Proud to be here, but I cannot boast.
I come from a place of a thousand sands
with forced religion and marriage plans.
I am from a land with permanent cast
No matter how far I get I will always be last.
I come from a land where citizens have no voice.
Children solders have no choice.
In the country of the sun, diamonds rules the mind of men.
Citizens fighting wars they will never win.
We risk everything to have a better life,
to be in the land of opportunity
to taste that sweet liberty.
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Sucking My Life Away
When you say untrue things about me
You never attempt to see
The hurt in my eyes
Or hear my cries.
Because by your words you cut my progress
Take away my enthusiasm for success.
Your taunts and insults invade my spirit
Making it spiral into a bottomless pit
Your meaness and your anger
Put my soul in danger
I try to survive
Not forever being able to hide
Fighting you with fists or ignorance
Doesn’t give me a better stance
Because you keep coming back harder and harder
Making the crowd against me larger and larger.
Until my life is sucked away
You make it unbearable for me to stay
It’s get harder day by day
I’ve tried and I’ve cried out.
In the principals office I even shout
That I can’t bare any more
Today they pushed me out the door
In my mind I’ve seen peace on the other side
Where I don’t have to hide
From the criticizers and teasers
And the bullying crowd pleasers
I cry out in dismay
From the sorted and ruthless way
You’ve sucked my life away
I’m crying and pleading to you
To stop but you don’t have a clue
That I silently disappear
Inch by inch the more you’re near
I know I should be strong
But tell me how long
Can my mind and body fend you off
You stick to me like a bad cough
No where is safe, not even home
What do I have to do to make you leave me a lone
Now it’s too late I’m just a shadow of gray
Because you’ve finally sucked my life away.
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Mr. President
Poise, grace, calm, cool and collected
Standing tall in the nation among nations
At times disrespected,
call him what you may
He is still standing tall at the end of the day.
Nothing is going to change the fact
That he is a political genius and yes he is Black.
He’s Black, White and Brown,
Holding this country down. Seldom do you see a frown.
Highly educated and widely celebrated
To our country he is loyal and greatly dedicated.
The challenges to the office is vast and critical
The playing field would be level if the issues were just political
But small minded people biggest issues are racial
They chant I want my country back
What other president has gotten this flack.
To lead us he has to walk through a mind field.
Many people don’t want to yield.
But that’s ok. This is the USA.
We have the choice of voting our way.
He’s up against birthers’ rumors
And racial tumors.
Born on US soil,
going through bigotry and turmoil
He didn’t dodge the draft
He has a silent and quick wrath.
He is making decisions,
Despite the country’s political divisions.
Compassionate for his country
Nothing will change the fact that he is making history
Call him this, and call him that. Discuss his origination
Nothing will change the fact that in 2008 – 2012 he is president of this
great nation.
Judge him on principles and decisions made
Not by your small mentality and prejudicial ways.
He is standing strong, standing tall
Representing this country,
Thinking of us all.
Dealing with oil spills
And health care bills
A war in Iraq and Afghanistan
He even dealt with Bin Laden in Pakistan.
He wakes up running attacking the issues at hand
He’s an awesome man;
the leader of this great land.
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The Call To Duty
Brave men and women across the sea
Fighting for freedom for you and me
If you don’t fight in another hemisphere
The enemy will bring the battle over here.
Through IADs and sniper fire
You still hold that bold desire
To serve and protect
For the president elect
And your country men,
Fighting battles we don’t always win.
In blazen sand and cold desert nights
The thoughts are still running through
your head of yesterday’s fight.
You protect your country and fellow solders
You give all
Even if you fall
You have still gone beyond your call.
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Prints
Voice print, finger print, DNA, foot print, bomb print,
Computer print, cloth print. Fossil prints, animal print.
Print for a dent.
Everything can be identified.
Denture print, teeth print, money print, tire print.
There is nowhere to hide.
We have DNA for a whale
and even for those guys locked up in jail.
Body print in an MRI and an x-ray. There is even a print of the day.
Low 30s, high 50s, barometer temperature, stars light years away.
There is a photo in the computer of this day.
There is an eye scan.
Everything different for billions of people all over the land.
Each one of us have different finger prints in our hand.
Crime done in 1954, the culprit can’t be hidden any more.
Cops, FBI, forensic reach back in the past
And find you at last.
They do a time line, connect the dots and you end up locked up
Behind the jailhouse door.
Do your deed and dare to bleed
You won’t have the speed
To go far
Before they know who you are.
FBI, local PD and security
will connect the evidence to your identity.
The camera at the corner in the night
Took your picture as you ran by.
Brings your crime to broad daylight.
You couldn’t outrun the speed of the shutter eye.
The camera is the witness so don’t you lie.
Prints follow us wherever we go.
DNA and prints we leave behind
Both has been with us since the
Beginning of time.
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Misguided Power
My mind is at a precipice of peace and revolution
In a serenest of its own, bringing together the powerless
and the powerful nations of poverty and prosperity.
Countries at war purely on the thought of man’s principles,
testosterone, masses of land and water, weaponry and
idealisms trying to start a new world order.
Country leaders of dictatorships, democracies, monarchies,
with populations living in poverty with fingertips on the
buttons of technology that can destroy all humanity.
Leaders talking loud and proud, posturing and threatening a show
of power, a threat of doom, winning small battles, refusing
to discuss different solutions,
refusing to back down and give in to better resolutions.
Stepping up are our young new leaders of formidability with
fresh ideas, perspectives, insight of life longevity to keep
the earth clean and green with no thumbs on bombs.
Nations across the land sit down at the table to discuss, the
perils of the world at hand, poverty, diseases, genocides, earthquakes,
tsunamis, floods, starvation, slave trade and illegal military raids.
These young leaders wake up the true conscious of man
to solve the problems across the land, by caring, freeing,
feeding, giving help, hope and understanding the problems at hand.
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