Ancestors Poems - Poems about Ancestors

WATCHING OVER ME

WATCHING OVER ME
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A soothing breeze caresses my face
softly murmuring a sweet lullaby as it slowly drifts by.

I feel the presence of my ancestors, of those I’ve loved
on their angelic, gossamer wings gently floating by.

I’m overcome with love and delicious memories
of a time past, their echoing voices only can I hear.

With glistening diamonds on my cheeks,

Change

Seasons change 
New life blossoms
New Beggings 
Sure to come 
However Stains of the past carry on
The grip of racism
Yet to let go

Historical tragedies 
Come and gone 
But one remains timeless and strong
Discrimination of a certain colour 
Hate towards black people

Yes seasons change
New mindsets born 
A system so flawed 
Has yet to be updated 
Houses destroyed

Just get over it

'Just get over it'
No we still haven't received reparations
And they are long overdue
Why would we get over it 
When you prance around wearing bags made of our skin
Sitting your privileged self's on chairs oh so familiar 
The fabric - our skin 
But you'll never know 
You'll never care 
Because of your ignorance 
Because what you

The currency of power

Power equals currency 
In a world that actively yearns for it
The more you have the more you are worshiped
And with worship becomes freedom
Where inequality is something they abuse
And power is the excuse they use as a campaign 
To bully the people that they blame
To start an agenda of hate for the only personal gain
The same

The spiritual horror of psychological torture

When the mind slowly decays
It doesn’t just affect the mind 
It affects the body, the spirit, the soul
The spiritual horror of psychological torture 
Is how you treated black people
The way you penetrated our minds with accusations of inferiority
Treating us less than animals
Less than the dirt on your shoes

Generation after generation 
You have tortured my people
Psychological

The many languages of black voices

We dont have to use our voice to scream
Because a voice isn't just words
It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist
It's being unapologetically black

Our presence is like the rain after a drought
And the rain nourishes the ground
It's like walking into a room and it's brought back to life
Where once was darkness, has now been

Bones Remain Alive

Loitering around at the expense
of my parents back, 
I too wish to be at the resemblance 
of hardworking thumbs, 
those same fingers that sewed 
the futile grounds back home, 

my mother’s yuca farm, 
my father's dying crops, 
dance taking their final 
waltz with the tumble-
weeds in direction 
where my ancestors 
sleep while their bones 
continue

Ancestral Roots The Tree Song

We forget we are like trees, our roots run deep, and far they reach 
Unseen they mostly are, hidden out of side, so deep 
Some forget them, and their histories and from where they came 
Their mothers, mothers, mothers name 
And their fathers, fathers, fathers name. These roots our foundation, have many names 
Without them,

An ode to our ancestors

I am all the people who came before me And I am all the people who will come after me

This is an ode to all of our ancestors Just because we don't all share the same blood Does not not mean that we are not one

To me inheritance Isn't just about family But communal experiences

I

The voices we should hear

I opened my mouth to let them speak
They told us their story of black fatigue
I let their words seep through me
Pen to paper their stories complete

The words flowing
My need for purpose growing
The words I'm seeing
We're full of meaning

The stories the words told
I let them unfold
They had me in a chokehold
I knew they should be known

- Ancestors -

                                      Under massive beams
              

THE UNFORGETTABLE

A journey 
To the land of the dead 
A journey never to be forgotten 
Memories always popping in
So many lives lost along the way
An adventure into the forbidden land.

It was a horror movie 
Watching my colleagues 
Being slaughtered by beasts
A bloody journey 
It was a blood bath
Started by many
Survived only by few.

We went seeking for

DAILY GRATITUDE ANCESTORS

Today I’m grateful to have so may ancestors
those I know 
and those I’ve never had the privilege to see.…

Blessed to know they are somewhere
watching over me.

ANCESTORS ARE IMPORTANT

If you want to know why our ancestors are important…
here’s a little rule of thumb…

It’s difficult to know where we’re going…
If we don’t know who we came from.

OUR CONSCIENCE

We’re all born with a conscience and wherever we go in life
our conscience comes along.
It’s that voice inside our head that lets us know
If what we’re doing is right…or if it’s wrong.

As we grow…if we listen closely to the voice we hear
it’s not always the same voice that whispers in our ear.

Sometime it’s our parents,

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