Best Blacker Poems
THE BLACKER THE BERRY..
Misconception dims the path that leads her brown Clay
To shallow waters where she can never float like a butterfly but always stings like a bee
She is only good at germinating in dim waters like
Deep intellectual conversations
Always warrant entry into shallow society
Dictating that she could not have possibly been supple at first sight
She needed to be probed without pressing her buttons
It’s her stellar personality that beams like a floodlight in flood times
When it’s raining men but she can’t compete with the yellow flame
So she has to keep her battery charged
When she guides the men easily beguiled by the sparkling light
That has them having need for a yellow bone to chew even when they lack the appetite for it.
“Between us men, it is better than that organic fruit diet
The plate is too blackened by her sunned pigment”
The blacker the berry the sweeter her juice in private
While in public the males ride shot gun on the yellow ferry
It’s the societal Olympics where everybody needs to have the same shade trophy,
She the blacker berry watching from the sidelines while fixing her paint
A by-product of lightening products has her gaining first sight attraction
Because now she can quite be the woman to wear on his arm like a cuff link
Arresting other suitors’ attention because now she dazzles at night
And she can enjoy the benefits of her top coating
Even though deep within she is layered with insecurity.
***Written for all dark skinned beauties who feel less beautiful because of their shade of black
BEGINNING…
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gray moon eating black,
sparrows flush red coughing rain
slums of streets decay
CONTINUING…
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drenched women bleeding
broken spills of spines, alms… alms
devil torrent tears
ENDING…
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spikes of bones splattered
drowned by screeching sounds silenced…
rain begets mud tombs
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(( for SKAT's "Dark Rain" Contest" --Haiku ))
Nobody loves themself more than a black person does
nobody is as big-hearted to call strangers ‘bro or ‘cous
always hugging and kissing to convey what can’t be said
Expressing the way they feel with a gentle stroking of the head
Nobody engages in thoughtfulness more than black people do
they have to be fully persuaded before they decide to follow you
always questioning the status-quo, not conforming just to fit in
You must tell them where you coming from, show them where you been
Nobody is more handsome than a black man with wit
knowing a little of everything, a strong-minded man who’ll never quit
always laboring under the sun, working in complete anonymity
Flexing his quiet confidence without compromising his integrity
Nobody is more accepting than a black woman with smarts
wise enough to understand all delicate matters of the heart
always willing to sacrifice in order to help the poor in need
Never turning her back on them, not giving up til they succeed
Nobody is as spiritual as an extended black family
a loving, caring bloodline branching throughout the generational tree
always showing mercy by forgiving one another’s faults
Confessing to each other, they’re godly gems stored in clay vaults
Nobody hates themself less than a black child does
constantly being reassured with encouragements of love
always believing that one day they would grow even darker wings
Becoming a beautiful blacker swan, attracted to unseen eternal things
There is evil that offends evil.
There is black that is blacker than black.
There is fault-free blood that is a running river.
There is inhumanity that supercedes insanity.
How shall we call it, write it, remember it?
Putin is its name.
I remember when she looked at me with love
I never looked away
I remember when she touched me with care
but now careless her touch still heals
I remember when i whispered sweet nothings
now words are not so sweet
I remember happiness
now sadness lives the days
I remember promises
with so much promise
I remember lies
that lie now at peace
I remember hope
when it dangled from a rope
I remember cause i choose not to forget
More pressing matters call…
time enough for the truth
(The New Room: August, 2021)