African American Poems

Mistaken Identity

We judge in others
what we secretly fear within ourselves,
the mirror of hypocrisy polished daily
until it blinds our reason.

I have walked England’s most expensive street,
and as a Black man,
I was clothed in poverty not of my making—
criminal, beggar, illegal—
an identity sewn into me by design,
to dehumanize for the comfort of others,
a madness normalized as truth.

When I

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Storms off Cape Verde garner strength in the Oceans.
Fed by seas of angry, restless spirits,  Middle Passage emotions.

FORWARD EVER, BACKWARDS NEVER

“Forward Ever...Backwards…Never!?!”

With all 
The progress
We made, how
Is it that we’re 
Back to where 
We once were
With oppression?
Did we become 
So comfortable
That we failed
To see what
Was coming
To push us
Back and make America great again?!
How could we have simply missed
The vivid message of Stockholm,
Which, for us, here today, is now
A USA, Oppressor Syndrome?!

Designed To Rise

We belong and carry
Historic love is buried 
In black genes so strong
They ring like holy song

The curl of your hair
Onyx Pearl your eyes
Heavy hips bring stare
Licorice lips defy lies

We create from scraps
Food homes poems raps
Take nothing make something
All despite devilish traps

We fall yet we ruby rose
So all could experience hope
And amethyst amazing growth
We dreamt and

Pride of the Yankees

It takes a Big Stick,

To approach the Mound with Pride!

It takes a BIGGER STICK,

To encroach a MOUND that WIDE!

Song of The Mafiosa President Gone Wild

(* WARNING * adult content and Humor and for the Christians: Consult your Strong's concordance for the word: "MAMMON" )
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Call Me WHAT?!*°
not to alarm- "Injun" . . . "Nigga" . . . "Spic"
mumbles no harm

Just get your £µckin' money off my neck!

Skinny dis'n' bi|ch'nz¹
be' spittin' un'a moon
hidin' from bull-whip'nz
now "Lawz" bull-shiz'n too

Butt: Je zuz .

Better days new song version

Better days

He's lying on the ground...
no mercy to be found...
He begs and pleads and says
that he can't breathe

The world keeps looking on...
human dignity is gone...
I pray to God to help
next time it could be me


Chorus
So I'm choking on a truth
that's seldom heard...
Justice falls down to the
ground without a word
Another day goes by, 
and nothing seems

A Song of Heavy Trains

A black child knows the song of heavy trains,
as clanging engines brought my father home.
His weary, sweaty, fat thighs bearing strain,
from cooking pots of food for those well-known.
 
We felt the forceful song of heavy trains,
not rails or trams that ride below the street.
A move that in your gut of gut does reign,
black power that

A Senryu Quintet Tribute To Black Patti, 1868-1933, And Sula Baye, 08,25,1943

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my blessed little Sister!
When we were young, Papa always called
You “Black Patti”!  Now we know why:


A Senryu Quintet Tribute To “Black Patti (1868-1933): **
        For My Sister, Sula “Black Patti” Baye (08/25/1943)

Water gives rivers life
I swanee, “Black Patti” gave
Life to the songs she sang:-

“Black Patti”

Black August

I.

Hooded eyelids under heavy lashes
doin’ the rain dance like she’s Hopi 
Mariah’s a Scientist
I turned a leaf into gold in the silence,
                               full metal jackets
make

People as Friends and kettles?

"My things as you."
People as Friends and kettles?
"My things as you."
The witness deprived 
Absorbent in deny
How in interchange 
Are we spoken
Misleading waste
Papers as snakes
Only in cuisines
Last, hander of things
Gone in time
Decade of take
Sales of ink
And all town
How to announce 
Tone?
And all are tow'n

Being towed in the time
 Time of all Involved as microcosm In discussion

Message To Minorities

Christ
lived 
under 
the 
Roman
government

When would the turn part 2

Innn we've come,  honey rooms that don't fly
         Leaving me at bedtime
With
Windows as desks part
         
And Jest in time, you'll return the best part
    Knowing I'll beJust as fine
      

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