African American Poems - Poems about African American

Weep Africa, weep on. The battle with death is one we dare not to fight, For the call from the great beyond is outside the scope of our existence. Just as our known hero Ngugi Wa Thiong'o has fallen, Like countless unknown heroes forgotten to time, We shall all follow this path of no return one by one. Fight Africa, fight...

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Thank You Lord For Freeing Me From Satan...

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Heaven Is Not Segregated...

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A JUNETEENTH HAIKU QUATRAIN Freedom seed sown, its's germination halted; it's reaping delayed:- The fruit of freedom, takes a long time to be reaped and may rot quickly:- Let's sow Juneteenth seeds to quickly reap and preserve throughout our lives:- Today, celebrate: fertilizing our spirits, reaping our glory:- ...

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THE PRESENT JUNETEENTH: A 2025 Juneteenth Flashback Beginning with the celebration Of our Juneteenth, We prepare a new perspective For the 4th of July:- Though this nation now stands stalled On the brink, she remains our nation That she is also our nation too, there Can be no lie! What a uniqueness her oppressed people Now share? Two juxtaposed emancipation celebrations Back-to-back: Going from these...

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Emancipation: Delayed But Not Dismayed (Apropos Of Juneteenth Celebration) [As Relevant Today As When First Posted, 2021] This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and celebrate We’re still here, marching on Our eyes stayed on the prize. Let us rejoice and celebrate Because we’re aware that we are not The children of Sisyphus:...

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I AM A MOVING SPIRIT OF WELL-BEING DANCING IN THE MELODY OF MY OWN SONG....

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A stranger among strangers, when the poet stands apart, He poses a threat to the future. You were here; I was there, healing the world with our prayers and lyrics. This is no mere nightmare. the world that shuns a poet sends them into oblivion— just another...

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LET’S KEEP OUR LIBERATING CUPS OVERFLOWING (Apropos Of Ancestral Cup And Saucer Ways) It has been said that justice Is getting what you deserve: The gift of grace, given priceless, Flowing from God’s sacred reserve:- Curiously, I asked Papa one day, Why does he drink his coffee from the cup? Always pouring mine into his saucer; And here is what, to me, he...

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What became of the elderly man who habitually lingered outside the pub, a toothpick perpetually perched between his lips? I often pondered the significance of that toothpick—it seemed to serve as a silent emblem, a mysterious token of his unspoken thoughts. As children, we absorb the world around us, processing our myriad experiences as we grow....

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I am completely detached from that situation. I did not play any role in creating the issue at hand. My focus today is solely on discovering a viable solution. Why is there such a tendency to place all the blame on artificial intelligence? In reality, AI empowers us, providing both confidence and clarity as we craft...

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Yours truly like most every hominid linkedin... to genus and species of *****sapiens, (who trod across oblate spheroid since time immemorial as well as other simians - classed as naked apes - and now I enclose a bit of esoteric trivia, whereby chimpanzee and the bonobo our closest living relatives share a surprisingly high percentage of their DNA with humans, estimated to be around 98.7-98.8%) seek...

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Anmweyyy, anmweyyy Everybody is destroying Haiti Please stop, stop, quit. At last, give the country A break, a rich season. There are too many bandits, vandals Too many lootings, thefts, too many crises and scandals On this impoverished and exploited island Give Hayti a chance to live better. Give our land A break with too much violence and injustice Ayiti needs peace, love...

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A mother's love is so deep and real, it never shall fades, She holds her child day and night, no matter what may happen there. She smiles throughout she's crying and hides her miseries with grace, So her dear child perceive only happiness on her face. She spends her time, her care, her touch, She never expects a thing, though...

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They called it progress But the last time I checked Progress can't exist without justice Especially when we still can't breathe even in the afterlife But we will always scream No justice, no peace We can't be silenced Even if we have to use violence You see the politicians using our graves To boost their campaigns 'Forgetting' to mention our names Then Simultaneously putting the blame On...

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