African American Poems - Poems about African American

Why do the fair, seeing black humans try to flee? Are black fruits, chocolates, gems, too, their enemy? Don't they dive for treasures even in the black sea? Why do the fair, seeing black humans try to flee? Does...Read More

I have been stoned, born the wrong color. driven from my native soil, crushed like pigs on ships, delivered into slavery. and I was crushed when Lincoln died, but freed us, climbed and conquered racist mountains, Malcolm X rebuilding us, Kennedy revitalizing lost...Read More

"History's more than a collection of facts...it's about people" by poet. Blacks were stolen, lied to, trodden on and beaten. Marked as a dumb cretin like an ape in a zoo, they were worked to death too, and some even eaten. They...Read More

I KNOW MY PEOPLE. I've seen their suffering and their tears, Their anger and their fears. I've seen them work amongst the mills, In cotton and sugar fields. Working with bleeding hands, And refusing to give up then. While tortured with whips...Read More

Written By: D. Collins 11/9/21 In my mind I have this picture of Ahmaud Arbery. Being tarred, feathered, then hung from a tree. Hunted like a runaway slave with dogs in pursuit. Five-O treated the scene like "Good...Read More

Memoir of a Real Nigga Time Travelor From a Proud and Silent Future. A Monster seeding pre-grammatical, Oscillating pivotals, Octaves hit the matter I’ve created known perennial, Posture spun the spineI I spat I knew would foster generals , Combusted...Read More

We are bound by the shackles in our minds Stripped of our identities Replaced by numbers Grouped by the color of our skin Killed by our own Wasting away by the wayside Overlooked by our...Read More

I can turn my rhythm into stanzas my lyrics will be In imagination, I can turn my words to melody my words will be in classical opinions, I can turn my ideas into metaphor my vision can be invisible, I can turn my precious...Read More

"ed Up!" So you want to know the truth, well the truth hurt, And truth is, shid I ain't the only one doing dirt... Moment of silence....? Yeah I let you'll think...Read More

What Love commands the train fulfills, The six thirty bounds to Coney Island Where the green Ubers awaits the passengers Morning greetings, (Urdu) of few words, were the Pakistan, rules Mermaid Street with the...Read More

I remember the land, I remember its people, They ways, the stupidity of Their mentality, I never came To heard of this term depression Until earlier on in life, I came to terms...Read More

Dear God, I have a favor to ask Because of where I’ve been. I’ve been without for oh so long Please give me peace within. I’ve tried to do the best I can But I’m beginning to feel some doubt. Peace...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

(Apropos Of Our Virtuous Queens) Sitting here in the beauty of the blackness of night my mind and its spirit are spiritually and geo-physically drawn up into the reflections of the full moon and companion constellations all surrounded by beautiful black holes filled with the...Read More

She came back like she said she would. Great grandma was not a typical ghost She was a kindred spirit guiding for good Just when we needed her the most She saved a life by invading a dream Until uncle...Read More