Amid great darkness
A beautiful light appeared
Carbon filaments
Incandescently lighting
Moving man out of darkness
An autodidact
I fathered many patents
I was born a slave
U.S. railways I designed
I stood tall until my grave
i love my skin. God has blessed me. from the beginning of time, my skin has been seen as a weapon. my skin has been seen as a curse. my skin has been seen without even looking. the world was quick to judge and belittled my people to nothing. no voting rights. no human rights. men go work! women go produce! both tie my shoe! move wrong, get whipped. breathe wrong, ladies have to dip. bend down, bend over. bore children from a master who holds not just the whip but the pen to free and deliver. deliver to freedom or try to escape. harriet tubman tried but not many relate. some got stuck, some got free. some are in the ocean, from where the middle passage had to be. my skin i love. my skin i am unashamed of. we matter. we are loved. happy black history, those below and above.
Who were these people?
Those who committed such casual cruelty?
It wasn't a minority either but the majority.
There are too many accounts of pain and sorrow to be otherwise.
Was man another species altogether then?
Without empathy, lacking basic human compassion.
I listen to the wind howl from ago,
watch it vomit the times past, our past, making my bowels grow hot and liquid. A sickness in my belly and in my bones.
Born from this! Born from this.
Change is too slow. It could have been me, I think with dread, with disbelief. Never! I think.
That hatred or even apathy was on most tongues, in most hearts.
I imagine my hand tight around a whip, the metallic taste of chains in sweaty palms, the rough calloused hands that work a rope.
I imagine ripping a child from a mothers breast, denying him food, denying them all humanity.
The anger and betrayal I feel for those who lived off the sweat and pain of others is overwhelming.
Could I have done such loathsome acts?
Remove the top layer of soil, of earth, dig down to yesterday…am I there?
Who were they, these beasts who prey on the weak and downtrodden?
Were they you?
Were they me?
Aboriginal tribes, ancient and free,
Bold explorers sailed ‘cross the vast sea.
Colonial dreams, a new world’s birth,
Devout pilgrims, a holy rebirth.
Emancipation’s fight, a nation’s test,
Freedom’s beacon, forever the best.
Great minds convened, a framework to frame,
Human rights secured, liberty’s aim.
Immense territory, a nation’s expanse,
Joint efforts waged, a defiant stance.
Keen Monroe Doctrine, a hemispheric shield,
Land’s westward march, a battle afield.
Mining for fortune, a golden desire,
Nation divided, a civil fire.
Ordeal endured, a nation’s renewal,
Powerful industry, of immense capital.
Quest for reform, a progressive age,
Raging World War, a historic stage.
Suffering nation, a desperate plight,
Transformation’s hope, a guiding light.
United we stand, a global might,
Voices united, a civil right.
War’s tragic toll, a nation’s strife,
Xenophobia’s stain, a troubled life.
Yearly sorrow, a nation’s wound,
Zero tolerance, a pandemic’s sound.
In the land of sun and sand,
Where the world burns hot and bright,
Stands a man with skin of onyx,
A black man, a noble sight.
He walks with purpose and power,
His stride firm and unyielding,
For he knows the weight of history,
And the challenges of his being.
Through the centuries of oppression,
His people have persevered,
From the chains of slavery,
To the fight for civil rights revered.
But this man is not just a symbol,
Of the struggle and the pain,
He's a person with a story,
And a heart that beats the same.
He loves, he dreams, he creates,
With a passion and a fire,
And though the world may try to break him,
He stands tall, his spirit higher.
For he is more than just his color,
More than the stereotypes that bind,
He is a son, a brother, a father,
A man with a brilliant mind.
So let us celebrate this black man,
And all the beauty he brings,
For in his strength and in his love,
Our world is truly enriched.
Many people continue to sing about some world states captured by some powerful business people, and
leaders of World…
“State capture ruling system is not a made in Europe...”
Let us look in the history of
the world to understand the author of the states capture and the imitators of that system...
As author of
some published books and other which are not published...
Years ago some dark “Black “powerful Emperors and Kings used to capture some territories in the world.
And imposed the captured leaders to do things according to their will and laws.
That was the
“Black Supremacy “
to mean the power of the black people to rule the World…
" The dominance of the black
nations in the World"
"The superiority of the dark peoples in the world."
" Many Europeans and North
Americans know about this."
So the Author of the state capture system and slavery are some powerful black” Dark” Emperors and Kings in BC.
February 01/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Near nice allies need
to confront this beast in the
moment to be brave.
Not in a memoir
when you’re 75 and
few feet from the grave.
For colored people
and all people of color
start a whining wave.
Why do we still fight
for the same civil rights of
nineteen sixty-three?
Did you know Comcast
is fighting against the rights
of Black and poor folks?
Look it up yourself
know what is going on around you
find a cause to fight.
Use your pen and voice
raise your voice and write it down
vote a righteous cause.
Organize your block
note differences and respect
put judgement on pause.
Let’s make it better
you and I together to
help correct the flaws.
My mind cannot erase the memory of Emmett Till
I often dream about his badly-mutilated body –
The fourteen-year-old Black lad mercilessly beaten
To death … for ostensibly flirting with a white woman.
A victim of the era in which he lived, he was lynched,
But the men who killed him were found “Not Guilty.”
Have we any reason to wonder why Blacks are angry?
The number of cases of Blacks murdered by police
During routine traffic stops, for no reason, astounds,
There is a twisted reason why our prisons are teeming
With young Black men and women, while they are
Only a small minority of the general population --
Prejudice and racism are rampant, indeed systemic,
In America, touted as the land of freedom and justice.
written March 1, 2022
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 and ropes,
And they still believe in hope.
I KNOW MY PEOPLE.
I've seen them laugh.
I've seen them cry.
I've seen them live.
I've seen them die.
I've seen their spirits,
And their dreams.
Their respect and self-esteem.
Their unity as one,
AMONGST A RISING SUN.
Yes!
I. KNOW. MY. PEOPLE.
Tears on Mother Liberty
Plutocracy the society they created through the Trump towers, now they regret it Like Iraq having no democracy.
Theocracy seems Like the answer for now, for evil has ruined what was once a great nation, Living all hopeless and faithless.
God bless America!
Down your tools, raise your fists and continue the dream of Martin Luther King bring shame to the fiend debilitating our society.
No more shooting, instead put the blame on Putin and realize BLACKLIVESMATTER.
We can't kill each other or else the assassination of John. F. Kennedy is not an abomination, recreation these kids seizing on opiates therefore we need purple rain through the Prince of peace.
The circus in the White House like Clinton, soldier on like Hilary and let the heart of Obama infect us all with Love for one another whether you black, white, Latino or whatever we are America!
She was the queen,
down in New Orleans.
She had authority,
and she is meant to be known.
You should appreciate her,
cause she is a legend.
Her name is widely spoken.
You can't just ignore her.
I believe in her.
Her strength, her power.
How she helped her fellow folks,
even though she was feared.
A woman of color, who went down in history.
who ruled the darker realms.
whose mighty hands healed the sick.
who called upon her ancestors for guidance.
She was devout,
to our God and His glory.
and died doing what she loved.
Visit her if you have a chance.
you might see her while on the way.
For she still watches over her grave,
and you may witness her pet, Zombie.
Leave her an offering,
and you shall receive luck and blessings that day.
National Museum of African American History and Culture
Stacked raisin brown
in a sea of white stone.
Far from the dome,
defiant against Rome.
Windows covered
toward deceit.
But open toward
the Emancipators feet.
Shimmering gold
in the setting sun.
Much too small to hold,
the valiant tale told.
A people risen up,
fist held high.
Praising God with,
a bold new cry.
The Solitude in Africa toil and helped to unfold
Stories, philosophies, and lessons to be told.
Judgmental glances seeing Africa from outdoors,
Taken in by tales of the villagers living indoors.
The epoch of age pores on in utter fascination,
History in a trance did not cause by liberation.
Subtle beings on the horizon enriched in mind,
Striving to be a vessel that any mariner can find.
In the solitude of Africa, they drift along unanchored
among the cargo, the truth is the mental past stored.
Hope, steer alone, ambition try to stay on course,
Give guidance of a familiar path for decades choose.
The journey on life marks the increasing latitudes,
Constant improvement in skills and good attitudes.
Politics and riches the world has a little concern,
Africa, while satisfying, has a deep thirst to learn.
Democracy will survive, expect it to cause many fights,
The price is paid with our lives to enjoy liberty and rights.
Hungry appetite, this knowledge for success can outlast,
All the growls of frolic and thrills the hour has passed.
You can no longer take our life
We are becoming focus
We have awoken
Under the light we have gained our sight
We will re-write all your wrongs
We will start to unite, we will put up a good fight
It's time we learn to stand and be strong
Babylon Look history has began to bite
You can no longer hold us down
The truth is being reveal, Babylon
You can no longer seal.
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