African American Poems - Poems about African American

Husband, brother, son, lover, friend - Will we see you again? Will you be a headline on the news? Unarmed and unashamed. We stand fearful and furious in tear soaked silent pleas. Something must change. His skin won't warrant death, and our...Read More

Our God is bountiful because I am able to write this poem He provides and is always there in time of need My bountiful God always blesses my home Thank you God for life and most importantly my...Read More

The sapphire iris blinks the long blonde lashes meet against the milky white skin the hair made up into blonde curls her frock with frills clearly marking the standards Her bottom against the cold, hard floor of the little plastic box Her...Read More

"She might be the first to do it, but she sure is not the last!" The young girls, inspire, aspire to break the cage, the confinement to break the cuffs of stigma and rise above. The black kids who...Read More

The baby cried, but the wailing was a soothing Jazz melody in E flat, a sound associated with that baby for thirty-five years. A Bebopper, a jazzer, a revolutionary, a Bird! He could make you fly like...Read More

We hold these truths to be self evident that all humans are not created equal, Some have been created with more while some have been created with less Some are rewarded in life while some are barred...Read More

If you find my lifeless body hanging from a tree, Know that I have too much to live for, I am not a fruit that easily grows on trees, Yet too many trees have fruit that looks like...Read More

When a poem speak in confidence That is how I walked the street of Brooklyn me, a poem of mystery, a bite senility in my sensate world: I know that my pride, can over shadow Never ride ones...Read More

Some may feel, a bit apprehensive. To some this poem, will be offensive. We're quick to assume, without any evidence. We're played by our emotions, without any reverence. Like the belief that America, is a racist nation. Here is a,...Read More

Cotton Picker’s Lament Feet burn soul blends with the earth, the heat, the picking season Hands, hard calloused leather punctuated by picking scars Drag that long sack behind me across black bottom earth— Cottonseed tucked into its sprouting...Read More

The mere fact That what people call truth Can be a mere fact; An assumption Is a prove That the truth Can only be revealed When all facts Are thoroughly examined And when all facts Including all acts Both those that happened Near and far The near acts...Read More

A storm is raging round my head. A fire is burning beside my bed. A flood is drowning my mind, Sickness threatens my life. A wave has taken over my country. My political preference dictates my humanity. It really is quite...Read More

(Apropos Of Juneteenth Celebration) This is the day the Lord has made; Let us rejoice and celebrate Because we’re still here…marching on With our eyes stayed on the prize. Let us rejoice and celebrate Because we’re aware that we are not The...Read More

Utopia dark Brown sparrows Black robins Spirit bleeds clear Oxygenic turns Red my heart beat run I washed my hands, they're still dirty I comb my hair it's yet curly My skin tones dark and brown who am I I AM OF...Read More

A Lesson in History: How to Subdue a People Be brazen in thievery and sweet-tongued deceit To, of their lands and people, take receipt. Merchandise their inhumane objectification, And keep them checked with generous flagellation. With threats of nooses...Read More