Best Spirituals Poems

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet...

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Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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Today's Sounds

Music rolls off the banjo, bluegrass
Active cheery sound, gland it’s around,
Folk music in little town passed down by word of mouth;
Family remembers and other...

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I am dipped in burnt sage
smudged with black skin
Choctaw infused in my DNA
Creole seasoning the roux 
in my bloodline
I slow simmer
for I am daughter of
strong...

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Over 200 years of oppression
Now days are we paying for our transgressions
Doing slavery we used our bravery
Breaking the chains doing the inhumane suffering and pain
While...

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From East to west enslaved in chains
To work the fields, make tracks for trains
They sang their song antiphonally
To dull their day, hide misery
Those blues notes...

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Hey bruh, 
haven’t you heard,
ain’t you read the news?
The White House is gonna eradicate 
the fear infested inner city blues
That Trump fella says,
he’s got his...

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Of all the kooky Coo-Coo's in the nest, Charlene by far was my favorite. Poor Charlene had virtually lost her mind after the sudden tragic...

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A World without God is like a kick in the mouth
A World without God is like having no hope, but doubts
A World without God is...

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The songs referenced in this poem are listed in the Library of Congress and classified as ***** Spirituals. This poem is not racial. Rather, it...

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In the unforgiving August heat
of a hot Alabama noonday
They sit in secluded shade,
resting in high-back, woven bamboo chairs
on a mahogany carved veranda
Their bodies face outward...

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She's a part of my spirituality.  
A gift of sunshine when darkness surrounds. 
A fire starter.  It only takes a spark for her...

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I sang of Caleb at Harvard University, 1660
I sang of Africans come to America unknowingly
I sang of women and children who came to Jesus
Singing Old...

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There are no words now                    ...

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I AM A HERO
BLACK
Are you my kryptonite
To battle the powers that be
Discrimination, political 
Spirituals warfare
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
I AM A HERO...

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