Best Tubman Poems
“Tubman”
What colours a heart
courage?
What colours a mind
belief?
What colours a soul
unity?
Underground
we carry torches
from station
to station
We are the Light
We Lead
No colour
No religion
No epic
delusion
Where is the race?
The race to confusion?
We are One
You and me
We are One
We all bleed
Underground
we carry torches
from station
to station
Poets grieving
Vigilantes seething
Electric conductors
of Love
punching tickets
elevate the fire
Light rises
out of the numb
sacrifice the smallest
midst mountains of Moriah
signals waking
signals waving
Freedom
Glowing
Colours are All
Colours
Ultraviolet
magnetic to spectrum
silent tapping, unheard
sometimes seen
no snake doctor lectern
truth burns
souls bound to each other
all grieving
in one way or another
we all learn
Hearts beating
Lungs breathing
signals waking
signals waving
platforms all crowing,
now eyes open
listening,
debating
all signals waking
new story weaving
Souls searching
Souls kneeding
Light now is calling
Light now is leading
Tubman is not
dreaming
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
“Any cause needs speakers and organizers.
Any mass movement requires
women and men of great ideas.”
Tubman, Harriet.
Harriet Tubman is sometimes referred to as the Moses of her people because of the way she led them out of slavery. The Underground Railroad operated at night. Slaves were moved from "station" to "station" by abolitionists.
Harriet Tubman helped free slaves
Determination gave her the strength
To break the law
And have slaves crawl
Through tunnels to make their escape -
She risked her life every day
3/12/12
Added additional line at end
Did Harriet Tubman ever cry?
Did she ever bow down on her knees
And ask God, Why?
Or even get upset because she couldn’t read
No, she only stood up and gave a speech
Did Harriet Tubman ever weep?
Did she ever scream when she had that bullet wedged in her teeth?
Or was the moment too mundane
When the doctor dug his scalpel through her determined brain
No, the water dripping down her face
Is only sweat from saving slaves
We all need that “Harriet Tubman kind of faith”
Did Harriet Tubman ever refuse the call?
Decide she will surrender freedom after all?
Or did she grab a pistol and dared to shoot
At anyone who leaked her sacred route
Though her fate seemed dim
And the odds were against her
“Every great dream begins with a dreamer”
For those who need hope or encouragement
Please never forget
to stand tall
and summon Harriet Tubman’s strength
Harrius Tubman
Harriet Tubman was my Great Great Great times Eight Grandmother
Trying to Free The Mind of my Brothers
Cause Our Eyes is Covered
From this Blindfolded Structure
of Vampires, Demons, & Witches
Rituals, Sacrifices, for Riches
Lucifers Music is Enrichened
Using His God Given Instruments for Demolition
Releasing the Spirits
All seeing Eye of the Pyramids
Illuminati Card Game Predictions
Predicting World Events Foretelling it's Existence
Esau hates Since Genesis
Against his Brother to Afflicting
Oppression on his Brother without Forgiveness
They Eyes and Mind stay Attentive
to Lies Instead of Wisdom
Locked in the Devils Prison
Jesus last Words IT IS FINISHED
False Prophets
Make Profits
off the Gospel
Reciting the Apostles
Ain't Scared of these Serpents
I was Breeded for the Purpose
to be speak the Sermons
as the Servant
the Prince Once on the Heavens Throne
left the Heavens Abode
To Expose these Foes
on the Underground Railroad
to the Path of the Gold
for the Soul
Salvation
Revelations
Judgement is Waiting
I hiked a portion of the Harriet Tubman trail with boots upon my feet.
I can’t imagine walking the entirety of the path she, several times, had to complete.
I hiked it in the light of a sunny day when the weather was particularly nice.
I can’t imagine walking in the cold and rain, blanketed by the darkness of a Maryland country night.
Of course, no one was chasing me; no masters were left behind.
Being a privileged white American male, I cannot truly appreciate her state of mind.
But I have a creative imagination and have studied my U.S. history,
Enough to understand this heroine had more courage than that which resides inside of me.
I may have exactly retraced some of her steps, quite literally,
But in no way mirrored her brave journey in any way metaphorically.
After the hike I drove home exhausted looking forward to a nice long nap.
With only the physical and emotional strength left to tip Ms. Tubman my Oriole baseball cap.