Best Black African Amerworld Poems
The Dark Man Cometh.
Georgia on my mind, rock n roll hell,
The Dark Man Cometh.
Can"t you feel the coolness in the breeze
See that grayness in the light summer sky,
Have that feeling of slight unease you just
Can"t put your Sticky finger on .
The Dark Man Cometh,
The world is once again receptive
To 'you've got your troubles'
Troubles ready to escalate .
Bad Moons are ready to break on through,
The Doors suddenly have a Credence
To open wide on an Eve of Destruction.
There is Thunder on the Mountains
And no Sympathy for a Devil who
May be Born in the USA.
The Shadows of the Night
Became darker, Back in Black.
True Colors, Because the Night
Became Raw Power signifying
A Bad Dangerous Thriller
Of a confrontation.
That could mean an Exodus.
The world holds its breadth
As we are drawn Back in the U.S.S.R .
No one wants a Bullet in the Bible
Or to be a Soul Survivor.
Are we Experienced?
The Dark Man Cometh,
Let us not Barrack him yet,
Hey Joe, 'Whatcha Gonna Do About It'
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A Man for All Seasons.
Well Barack Obama has won a last,
The Country swayed like barley grass.
We all look forward beyond today
The people now have had their say.
The World still spins around and round
But squares itself for a brand new sound.
For hope it resonates, what a noise
A sound at last we all enjoys.
A wind of change is blowing through,
Every Country has a field of view.
Looking for this Man to lead
To banish hate and cooperate greed.
To be the saviour of this World
Accept that flags will be unfurled,
It only goes to state a case
That once there hoisted we must embrace.
That each and every man that lives
Has to face the fact he gives,
We live today to save tomorrow
We all are here on time we borrow.
What will happen now I ask
To such a big almighty task.
Let’s grab our balls and trust to luck
And ask the World to give a ####!
We have a guy who will win back
The prejudice of being black
It’s nothing new you know it’s right
I say black and you say white.
We’re all the same it is plain to see
Though some of course will disagree
The ignorant and short of mind
Those that tarnish all Mankind.
But hope is here and we all pray
That its foundations, solid stay.
We finally have given push
And uprooted that old bush.
The garden of this World is clear,
All choking weeds will disappear.
As we look forward with good reason,
Barack Obama.
A man for all seasons..
Today as always I'm proud of my ebony skin my brown eyes my sincere attributes
I can connect with myself self love that goes with the rest I can feel complete
when my eyes meet parts of the earth parts of others who are reaching to touch
I know I'm proud to be myself it's no effort to enjoy the true happiness at it's best
I love to share and grow while I travel along this journey I now feel complete I am
proud of my heritage our people we all are apart of this world we all need to be proud
of who and, what we are never looking back never letting go of what has just begun
a new day always living life with the unspoken word of peace and, serenity what is
most beautiful is this world for you and me.
Copyright@February2010
it was like a day break and ever one what me to look around for what.
look around at how you mistreated me.
look around at how you mistreated each other.
look around at these same african american women who wants
to be treat right but can't treat each other.
look around at what?
like i say i dont want look at you a hippcrited is out their in this world ever day.
why dont you african american women take that time and look around at yourselves.
if you negitive then ever one around you will be negitive.
but that is your world not mines.
take some advice
when you grow yourself then your world will grow around you.
pull that plunk out of your eyes for a change.
he is the world feeling he won'ts to die
knowing his self he can't denie
no where to run
no where to hide
tho world is so wide
never feeling like he is
on trail
OH
THAT BLACK CHILD
how lone must it go on
he don worng
cause of the corlor his or her skin
how can the win
lord its asin walk sometime for miles
OH THAT BLACK CHILD