Best Black Person Poems
I laugh out loud
every time I hear a politician say,
that the best way to enrich a black person's life,
is to give them a job
Give them some work to do
Labor is the way out of poverty ---
are you kidding me!
They got the nerve,
telling a black person in America
they need to work
Put the shoulder to the grinding wheel,
get to know the sweaty brow feel
Getting employed will solve most of
black people's problems, politicians say
Hard work will bring an honest dollar our way
But I got a problem
with that four-letter word: work
I am bold enough to speak for my people
on this urgent matter
Telling us we need to work some more,
in order for things to get better for us
No! We worked long enough
Four hundred years is a long enough time, don't you think
We been working ever since
we got off those slave ships that didn't sink
We worked hard
at keeping our eyes and voices low
We worked hard
at pretending that we're slow
We worked even harder
at grinning and gritting our teeth
But we worked the hardest
at not getting lynched on a tree
Listen to me:
This is the children of slaves reality,
the living in America experience
of feeling the societal lash daily
Of being looked down on,
of being spurned and frowned upon
Politicians say they helped us all they could,
that entitlements didn't do no good
And only work can get us to where we need to be ...
sounds a lot like old-time slavery to me
No! We worked long enough
Four hundred years is a long enough time, I would think
We been working ever since
we got off those slave ships that didn't sink
We worked hard
at not getting pecked to death by Jim Crow
We worked hard
at trying to survive under the poverty line below
We worked even harder
at not telling the oppressor everything we know
But we worked the hardest
at letting our unchained KKKourage show
Yes! We worked long enough ...
now it's time for us to rest
Will you pay us back for that?
What’s the color of forced migration pain?
Ask a black person in America,
and you’ll get fifty different slave answers
What’s the silent sound of invisible chains?
Fifty killahurts of black ...
Aryan brotherhood iron swastikas uniting
What’s the latest “pull the trigger” hate spin?
Fifty states of fascist terror —
Goshen ghettos under daily thought policing
Who got their Klan thumbs
pressing heavy on the justice scales?
Increasing the widow population of the cemetery cells
Who got their hooded hands
casino slot turning the roulette wheel?
Decreasing the charitable portion of the orphan meals
America’s moral debts are in the red
Haughty heifer blame your mounting troubles
on the poor black scapegoats instead
Fifty shades of dark overcast gloom
hanging over the branches of the oak tree
Liberty got locked in a buried room
waiting for captivity’s end to be set free
Fifty shades of rejection in vessels of doom
Thirteen colonies
of spotted lepers will be coming home soon
Fifty shades of black ...
let the moon eclipse the sun
Fifty shades of stars ...
let the striped prisoners run
I been through hell.
Man I even been chain and sell.
But I stand tall because like a black person I will not fail.
I have the heart of a king and a dream that can not be kill.
But this world is fill with misery.
our people is dyeing in this modern day slavery.
Black,white,Latinos,all of my people get up and marsh with me.
Because by any means necessary brother and sister we must break free.
Please listen to me case in God's eyes we are all one family.
But why can't we stop the fighting and unite as one.
Because thats the only way this war will be won
Someone once told me that my dreams wouldn’t come true
And for some reason I believed them too
So I just stopped trying
And ended up all alone in the dark crying
There was no ignoring the pain I felt inside
But I didn’t show it because of my pride
But in spite of everything else
I decided to start all over myself
I accomplished so many things it was unbelievable
So now the word on the block is “Aaron made it, that’s impossible”
But that’s where you wrong
I’m standing on my own two feet and I ain’t gonna fall
I’m that helping hand that’ll answer anyone’s call
All of my achievements are adding chapters to my book
So before you fix your mouth to say she’s failed take another look
I’ve grown up to be what I wanted to be
And not some black person they see as charity
So the next time someone says your dreams wont come true
Just think of it as being a point you have to prove
As the world shifted and divided from whites, Hispanics, and Asians and of course African Americans due to pointless killings from the men in blue, the police. Blacks stormed through their cities protesting and looting. Burning down buildings and franchises that begin to mean very little to them. Blacks from all ages march with angry eyes and balled up fist and crying hearts that beat to a tune that sounded of "justice" Surprisingly non-blacks marched aside of them showing a caring side for once. But it still was not enough to move the cold heart of the president. He sit on his throne in deep thoughts with eyes or anger toward this. He made statements on shooting the looters if it continued. As the looting kept going along with protesters the army got involved as the president stated with not intentions of bluffing. All over the world blacks protested screaming a triumph or peace and justice with tears that many prayed would reach the most high. Right before the army front line infantry pointed their guns at all the black men which was instructed by the president to do so. A loud Now was shouted! Boom!!! Bang!!! they started shooting but every black person who stood in front of them or watched from their homes on television or from across the globe all of a sudden disappeared. The president watching from his throne suddenly swallowed racist hate like spit and his mouth dropped. The army men whom where black was not at the side of the white or Hispanic or Asian shooter nor in the tanks nor in any military to service. They vanished in the blink of a eye. White protesters searched for their black friends who they stood with, with love and a caring heart. Then a old man with a wooden stick that he used to help him walk, with white wool like hair and skin like bronze and his eyes made every one shake in fear. His eyes were like a flame of fire. He then walks up to the army and looks up at the president looking down from a far and he whispered but his whisper was loud touching the ear of all whites and Hispanics and Asians across the globe.
Are you happy now?
Then this mysterious man said. One should never aim to rule nor remain attached to a secondary world. I shall see you all soon and he whispered again softly that only the president could hear this.
"Revelation 13:1-18"
Serenity was stuck in between The Crowd...
Destinies skin turned Black; Yet Strong and Proud.
The Whiten and Blacken Memories of Harsh Comments stood.
Faith becoming taunted by words from The Misunderstood.
How quickly There were Ones who shoved until There were injury or fallen.
In the distance A Church Bell struck Twelve where The Children were crawling.
The colors of The World disappeared with stolen grey boundaries literally bawling...
Not One Black Person was yet to Be Stoned by The White Ignorance thoughts held.
When A White Women spoke up with screams of Mercy as She too does yelp!
The further We wondered away from that crowd the True Color of Red was allowed.
The intense talk began unraveling a tortured World torn in Evil despairs so shallow.
As This Old Women appeared before The Sights of The Last Eyes that could See...
This Man appeared 1/2 Black;The Other 1/2 White and asked Her to Choose or Be?
So; The Old Women stared and slowly replied out of fear;"I choose just Your Eye."
That is when God made a Rainbow With One Choice All The Color turned Wise.
Brilliance covered the Earth when All asked The Question? Where has Heaven Gone?
When Mankind can look back and state I am Too very much so wrong...
When People turn Grey and See that Eyes are on Both sides of Each Face...
Is to Notice The Hands next reaching Each Home Seen first in The Truth of Grace.
It is to drop a dead seed and believe it will become Gods glory in Gods Prime.
For Heaven is surrounding You as a joker of justice or Just Us; Is blinded by Time...
So ask not of Me where has Heaven Gone as it is destroyed by self-will.
Ask Yourself What was it life that turned Your heart to break and become still or ill?
One of the black greats, Huey P. Newton
Would've been better if he had stopped shootin'
One of the founders of the black Panther Movement
It was going well until all of the white men sued it
A legendary man, His name was Malcolm X
Joined the Nation of Islam to see what would happen next
on the 21st of February, Givin' a speech he got shot
All because tensions were a bit too hot
Spoke about a dream one day cause he couldn't sing
Of course I'm talking about Reverend King
He said everyday he had a dream
But every other black person was having nightmares in between
Best woman in the movement? Rosa Parks
Not listening and ignoring the orders the white man Barked
Didn't go to the back of the bus, No fear of being beaten
Kept the people's spirit alive and the movement of being defeated
South Africa is the first
Place in Africa where you can find more Excellent
Roads , rail ways , ports and Airports than some
European, Asian, American, Oceania countries
And more best world wine companies.
During apartheid many black people where living
In locations, treated as foreigners in their Country
No black person occupied the presidency or
Governor offices in Apartheid regime.
Happy day was when Mandela won the Election
And became the first black president ; many black
People felt free to visit different provinces and
Places where they were not allowed to walk in
Individuals or come closer without their white bosses.
Nelson Mandela remains the well respected Hero in
Europe and Africa because he forgave some white
South African criminals & promoted "Rainbow Nation"
So that majority of black people could easy their
chronic pains and becoming happy.
March 18/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Why is it that we as black (we being the black people who do it) have this sad tendency of thinking that white is the ultimate thing? What do I mean?
She's so pretty,ungathi ngumlungu?
She thinks she's better then everyone,and acts like a white person?
Look at the way she speaks English( normally because the person speaks fluent english) she thinks she's white?!
Did you hear what she said? She said she likes rock music (she must think she's white)
Her hair is so long and silky ,she must have European blood( as if a black person can't have beautiful hair)
We oppress ourselves by thinking that "white" is the race to aspire to be,when we actually really know nothing about the white community because we barely even know any white person (no offence to my "white" friends??) but really,maybe it's time we take the good things that with being "black" and make them a part of who we are as well.
Test icles
Female dog
Oral stimulation
Wood
Rectal insert
Bulb of the vestibule
Raccoon
Box
Ipipi
Del dool
Dike
Cigarette
Akkineni
Mouthification
Analingus
Fornication Under Consent of the King
Fudge factory worker
Gay
Ejacu late
Fleshy folds of skin
Handwarmer
Black person ethnic slur
Pene
Rose thorn puncture
Cono
Strange
Sack
Fecal matter
Promiscuous woman
Pluck
Pecho
Obnoxious person
Faighne
Master Baker
look at me, what do you see, look at me
when I look at you, I see a pinkish looking person
but you prefer to be called white
I see you for all that you are, and all that you endeavor to be
look at me
when you look at me you see a black person
but you prefer to say that you see no color at all
look at me
when you say that you see no color at all, your saying that I do not exist
look at me
your degrading me and trying to make me feel insignificant
not worthy of you even saying that you see me for the black woman that I am
look at me
for I am someone with so many good qualities to offer my community
look at me
with a smile on your face, you call yourself my friend
"yes my friend" you know exactly who I am
for the blood that runs through your veins also runs through mine
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I am the Great granddaughter of mother Afrika!
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I am the Great granddaughter of the first peoples of the Americas!
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I am the Great granddaughter of the European slave owners!
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I embrace all that I am, for I know who I am
A bug trapped in amber.
Fossil flowers in a stone.
Sabre tooth caught in tar.
Iceman asleep in a glacier.
Nature doesn't care!
Nature makes no judgements,
cares not who you are,
drops you in your tracks!
If by some diabolical magic
life could be restored at
the moment it stopped,
each being would find its
new destiny in many ways.
Bug will take its next step.
Flowers complete their cycle.
Sabre tooth would stalk and
Iceman could complete his journey.
How different the creatures trapped
in media slime?
We define, limit, and pin
them in a book without room
to wiggle.
Our judgements fix their lives
far better than amber.
Can I meet a Jew without thinking Holocaust?
Can I work with a black person without thinking slavery?
Can he work with me without thinking knavery?
All those defined as the "other"
are iced and framed relentlessly
by memes, visual and aural bites.
What a world it could be if our next step
was taken with a complete tabula rosa.
My mind was once tranquil lavender...
An equal blend of blue and red.
Sometimes a tone darker or lighter depending upon the issue at hand.
Recently it's blooming only one color.
Because I've been told over and over.
To shut up-to not think independently.
To follow in lockstep the smoke and the bleating.
Think only like the riotous others...
And to this, the louder I'll speak.
I've been scolded and told I was born a racist.
Because my plumage is snow white.
But I've never painted a black person a thug.
I only judge by how one leads their life...
My heart has always been with the underdog.
Until they revived Jim Crow law
until they ran their mouths
shouted me down
kicked my heart about
like a rusted tin can.
I've been muzzled for endless months.
via a masked campaign of corruption and deception.
Been quarantined -jabbed again and again.
With marginal medicine and shady remedies.
They've threatened both livelihood and liberties.
My freedom and right just to be...
They've treated me as an animal.
Branded by their political blade.
Across the nape of freedom.
For the sake of power and
the God almighty dollar-
My Second Amendment is always under fire.
From the rose colored, self-righteous rioting crowd.
Now I wear a perpetual-conspiratorial frown.
My tongue inflamed with high-caliber rounds.
You've poked the eagle-ruffled its nest.
Now it's been fully awakened by the blowtorch
You've rammed inside its once peaceful head,
Its long dormant talons slowly unfurling.
Honing its beak on the starry stone of liberty...
Because for decades you've force-fed it.
A concoction of plastic-philosophical blues.
Now it's crowned in a shade of blood red.
It flies even higher and calls ever louder.
Because you've poked it -prodded and mocked it.
Until its patience completely bled out.
Black lives matter is a statement of love not a statement of hate
So please erase the confusion from your face
I wish they could hear but they're to busy spraying mace in my face
They keep yelling, Nigga's who needs them, nigga please, black boy black girl you don't belong
And Today I read murder niggas on a wall
Someone tried to spray paint over it, but the hate was still legible
They try to sweep racism under the rug, but the people living in that house still keep the hate at their side at all times
Taking lives at all times, so much so it has become a full time job, and they love overtime
Humans are not animals but sometimes I wish black people had 9 lives like a cat
Then maybe one of those we could live out who we were meant to be
Or maybe we could be a dog, you heard the cops call us treats, right?
At least if a dog dies they treat them right as if they have rights
Justice where has it gone, people will say it's just the times
But now it's 2020 and Justice is more like just them all the time, it's not fair, it's not right, it's not love
And to everyone who gets hurt standing up for the air being sucked out of our bodies continue to stay ten toes down
Because we is a selfish term in America
Freedom is a selective term in America
The grey line takes up most of the space in America
Right is looked at as wrong in America
And some still choose to ignore the true colors of America
Red is my blood stolen, from the boys in blue, that sadly can be defined as a white American
Most of the time
The red should really symbolize the fire raging from this hell on Earth, that makes the world blue
Well some of us
White culture eating white cake, from a slaves recipes
Wanting to experience different things, wanting to participate in our lifestyle, stealing traditions
Without the ritualistic red dot constantly pointed at their back
But when a black person wants more for themselves they have to start with a wall against their back
While carrying the cross their ancestors hung from
All while trying to make change
Positive change should not be this hard but the world is so negative
Awareness and action is the key
But there are many doors to unlock until Justice can start to have the appearance of a just world
p.s. I'm still praying...
You go near the dome of every cast
But one thing you will get to see
The lines of orphan beggars’ and criminals
Will force you to go to deem
They will ask for the piece of cake
Instead of distributing sacrament
You can’t libel because they will hold
And without penny will not allow
At the end you get tired and
Remove penny from inner pocket
Without savor you will give to that black person
And they will adieu you
The mosque, temple contain one God
But the lines of poor
Come to inhumane this truth
And make in this incredible, Incredible world