Millard Lowe Poet Rhyme

Don'T Mourn Me Yet

DON’T MOURN ME YET…CHILDREN

Been stomped, kick and beaten to the ground;
But don’t mourn me child; I’m not yet dead.
Comatose…maybe…but I’m still around;
So don’t count me out; count your blessings
instead.

Been chocked, hog-tide and dragged through the bloody
streets;
I have been slapped, shot, spat, peed upon; but still
I survive.
Had cigarettes put out where my ebony thighs meet.
But don’t mourn me yet; I’m hope and I’m still alive.

Despite the trials, tribulations, trepidation and the blood
that’s shed,
Do not succumb and wallow in despair; with head held high,
Square your shoulders and stare adversity straight in the eye;
Rip the veil of fear; let your light shine; remember the blood
the ancestors bled. 

So wipe away the tears, my dawning darling
dear;
I’m the father of hope and I’ll  always be
right here.

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Poet Destroyer A February 7, 2016 at 9:30 AM thank you for the reply

Poet Destroyer A January 30, 2016 at 5:34 PM MILLARD, Dropped by to say hi and congratulate you on having your poem selected by Soup's Administration. This is a wonderful poem to have featured on the homepage. Always & Forever! LINDA Millard Lowe January 31, 2016 at 10:58 AM Thanks for stopping by. Peace and love.