Best Blacks Poems
The All Blacks, man, are they for real?
They’re faster than the speed of light
Don’t blink, you’ll miss them, they’re surreal
I’m awake, not dreaming, right?
They just left the French for dead
They’re faster than the speed of sound
Eyes in the back of every head
Feet that fly above the ground
What power, what fitness, what on earth
Possesses men to be that fine
What strange goddess gave them birth
What discipline keeps them in line
I sit here gobsmacked, oh my days
I understand now, here’s the crack;
The All Blacks move in mysterious ways
Dark Gods of rugby blessed, in black
by Gail
I dont subcribe to the keep it real principles that got us calling effed up situations
all good
Neither do I allign myself with the masses of black upper classes that think
whatever they think is how we all should
See I simultaneously support your right to protest our women being portrayed as
sex objects
while defending the right the portrayer has to have his views expressed
and why we so mad at one segment of the entertainment industry
as if it was the origin of this country's violent history
lets go back
and examine some facts
When I was in school I thought Ice-t was dope,but Al Pacino made me want to
sale it
I loved when Ice cube said nigga,but Richard Pryor made me want to yell it
speaking of the so called N word
lol don't that sound absurd
I guess if we dont say it we wont feel it
N.A.A.C.P burried it but they didnt kill it
wait here is some more ignorance we say
if you replace the er with a it will be o.k
I think its ironic that nigga means ignorant
because depending on the color of the person who says it you will risk a jail
sentence
now I am not ignorant to the history of this six letter combination
but I do see the hypocracy in some of our agitation
how many so called proud blacks
was as adamant about protesting that word way back
when it meant the dogs was on you or the noose was promised
most of them were more like the stereotype of uncle thomas
but now its pc to say you disagree
when there is no threat of brutality
you got your signs protest ect
looking to make the community better
to be continue
I know you have ears,
Listen before you end up in tears,
Hatred is cancerous,
Segregation is dangerous.
No need to murder a brother,
Born by a mother,
We all belong to tribes,
We can live in unity and thrive.
Tribalism promotes nepotism,
It fosters Satanism,
Again, favoritism is evil,
A monster making us uncivil.
Our skin is black,
Africans don’t move back,
Let love lead,
This I plead.
It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the
Last night,
& all our women
gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..
Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against
Eachother,
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it,
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:
Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:
they're looking cool,
the haka, with passion lots
of aggression,
All blacks looking to disrupt,
opening minutes of the game,
hands on the ball,
first out of the line outs
lovely little chip
chip it's on...
playing advantage
it's hosing down
it's pretty solid-gone blind side
solid scrum, "engage"!
set ball
collapse far side
cross and hold
away from the tackle
10 out from the 22
broken tackle
17 minutes gone, 7-0
straight off the top
good burst, quick hands
chase cross kick
wasted opportunity
solid hit
knocked on!
quick turnover
All blacks turn this one...
kicked into touch
bind up! bind up!
engage!
loose ball, hit the rack hard-
drives around the fringe
two players off side
just out from the 22
keen to keep it alive
5 metre mark all blacks looking
strong
looking for the gap
on the charge
Ireland broken through All black
defense
easy try, ...bounced away
back on the attack
good drive
launch the attack
here comes the bullet
closing the gap
come on, put it in!
crunch and hold
stepping his way through
Bit of an Oscar there!
take it right to the limit
squeezed at the line outs
going for drop goal-...wide,
lapse of concentration
cost Ireland many metres
great pressure
scrum feed
sits up well
test match on knife edge
drills another behind
Ireland on the attack
All black bench, very active
absorbing stuff
good delivery
running hard past a couple
All blacks snap it up
to the charge
Irish defense holding
All blacks surviving off Irish errors
5 metres out
2 players off side
interfering with presentation
going for the push over
looking for a better hit
best on the blind side
All blacks between the posts
got the momentum
He's having a big game
Big moment
the flag is up
All blacks heading for the line...
All blacks respond when the
squeeze in on...It's a TRY!
All blacks 27 Ireland 17
America is beautiful, great and wonderful
Eadem opera, she is ugly, pitiful and dreadful
In regards to the mistreatments of the Native Americans
The African Americans and other minorities
Yet, America is one of the best countries
In the world to be part of or to become citizens
Slavery remains an everlasting thorn in her history
Discrimination is an insecere cancer which won't go away
Any time soon. In the USA, one can always find a way
To survive, to make it amidst the chaos and the irony
Yes, America remains a land of a plethora of opportunities
We all hope and dream of a better America
We all pray and wish for a better America
Where breathe love, peace and auras of positive energies
We love America when she's right, just and fair
America, America can be like a Giant Bear
Who will equally protect her children
America can be like an uncelestial heaven
Let's celebrate Juneteenth: the emancipation proclamation
And the Fourth of July with love, peace, respect and admiration.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Why am I black?
God made me so
Then why you are punishing me?
Why can't I have all the rights like others do?
Why do I have to watch myself every time I turn around?
Why can't I go out at night like others do?
Why do you watch me like a hawk at every red light?
Did I do something wrong?
Why can't you read me my rights when you pull me over?
Why do you treat me like some suspects?
I haven't done anything wrong
Why God why are all these things happening to me?
I can't go around the block without them following me
Asking me questions "where am I going?"
"Where do you live?"
What did I ever do - to deserve this?
Can you tell me that, sir?
I don't look like you
But that doesn't mean I don't feel like you
My son at home is afraid to set foot out the door
because he can be sprayed by arrays of bullets
Or hauled straight to jail for whatever reasons
When do you ever see my plight?
I am asking you
I can't go to the drive-ins
the park, or see a movie
because there are always somebody watching me
hawking me, look the other way
Am I invisible?
I have skins
I have feelings
I know hurtful words, stares can break my soul
But they can't hurt my spirit
I am a person just like you
Do you think just because I look different
it gives you the right to treat me this way?
H no
God is my judge
And He is my witness
I tell you this day
that you are going to pay
He will make you pay
Not I
You call yourself educated
But look at you
You can't even educate yourself
You know not right from wrong
Left from right
Balance or not balance
Where is the equality?
I will tell you
Until you see the light
You will be forever walking in darkness
Until you see me
You will be forever groping for a sense of peace
It will be withheld from you
Because you didn't do right
Didn't see me
See me as a nonperson
You will see
Been long road to reach this gold they had to re load was tasks from the past. That made month of blacks who open the door many was poor shots rang they sang.freedom song and made away so your have a say. HISTORY OF BLACks TODAY.
to them it gold
they dance and reload
the funk makes hem bunk
and hunk
thats right its a fact
FUNKY MUSIC
AND BLACKS
I’m saying “The Blacks,” which is what we were referred to as.
So yall, Trump said, “Millions” (yes, MILLIONS) of immigrants are coming into this country illegally and “they” are taking jobs from “the Blacks” and Hispanics.
Let’s do the math. Yeah, let me make this make sense.
Black owned companies usually are small companies and will most likely hire “Blacks,” which means the rest of the “millions” of Blacks that don’t work for a “Black” company works for a white company.
(The Hispanics are definitely a part of this topic, however I’m going to leave them out this next part to shed light on “the Blacks.”)
Step 1 - If the immigrants don’t come into the country, then the whites don’t have many options, they just have to “stick” with “the Blacks.” Now, the only way the immigrants can “take” jobs from us is if they are hired.
Step 2 - If “they” (the immigrants) are taking the jobs from “the Blacks” and “the Blacks” are working for the whites, then that mean the whites are hiring them. So if the whites are hiring them, then that’s benefiting the whites and the whites don’t see nothing wrong with that, only thing is what you are saying is, if you replace “the Blacks,” and “the Blacks” don’t have a job, then they most likely could turn to drugs, crime and violence. So if they turn to drugs, crime and violence, they end up in jail. So if they end up in jail, then really all you have left to work for your company are the illegal immigrants.
So since these “MILLIONS” are coming into the country taking jobs from “the Blacks” and Hispanics, what Trump is basically saying is, you white companies are or are willing to hire illegal, undocumented immigrants, right?
Just saying…
its been long road
reaching there gold
from the slave ship
been beat with whip
this has been long trip
for some many africa american black
some hang and wack
been shot at
in my mind i still can seedom
running for ther lives
this is some history
of
BLACKS HIWAY TO FREEDOM
look around you
you see it too
how this man king
help made the change
they say he was insame
his life he had to give
BLACK HISTORY
LIVES
durning that time
what was crime
there's still signs
in the books
that didn't cooke
you can see the
look
from the hooks
they had no voiceS
no
BLACKS HAD NO CHOICES
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Lands Of The Blacks
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2014
Sudan! Sudan! Sudan!
hotter than
three
Sun's,
and
Black,
as
the shade
of
night -
Though
you are
miles away,
Still....
I'm
where you
are
in
my heart -
My soul
is
here,
but
my spirit,
travels
in
the African
wind -
Sudan! Sudan! Sudan!
ITS A NEW TIME
kept this in mind
its a fact some or sack
some or crazy and lazy
many or on the right track
not going backs
TODAYS BLACKS