Dad Black African American Poems | Examples
These Dad Black African American poems are examples of Black African American poems about Dad. These are the best examples of Black African American Dad poems written by international poets.
King Solomon and I will fly a kite
On this historical Good Friday,
we seek justice for the young lady
Her father made her act as if she were his niece.
To deceive his new wife, so that she could live with them
His wife found out about the plot and hell would break loose.
On social media, who is in fault,
The father or the new wife,
for sure not the innocent child
A lie can bring down an empire, a lie can be engraved in history
Chioma, Chioma, anger are secondary emotions
Would love and devotion once again intertwined?
As the wise King stood beside my fingertips today
Just prayer, for kindness and forgiveness
Love conquerors all, love can lead to forgiveness,
Acid corrodes a tongue that speaks falsely
Will one day become un-Godly?
We will hold on to this kite before we release it
Time will tell in ten years,
While the innocent will endure the most suffering. (Amen)
All children should reside under their father’s roof
According to the biblical time:
Blood is thicker than water,
Acid corrodes a tongue that speaks falsely
Will one day become un-godly.
My famous Tacos
Made as a younger Child
In the kitchen cooking
Preparation for a while
As I prepare that dish
My Siblings amongst me too
I cooked my Tacos
This is what I would do.
A special creative sauce
Made by my Sister
Until this day I remember
The gatherings, the smiles
The laughter, The jokes
Worth the while
My Dad and Mom were present
Just relaxing and observing.
Until this day, I am still cooking Tacos
One of my favorite dishes of all
Having fun while preparing
After many years of sharing
Cooked with love and caring.
My old recipe
A lot of people seem to enjoy
An old recipe made with love
Forevermore and evermore.
Because once a time in a round mud hut
at the edge of the bottomless of pits,
I know that a three- or four-year-old roars with his gut
And he wipes snot with a broken jersey that barely fits
Because on the ratchet corners and bended streets
A growing child runs dust on tracks that gone bicycles drew;
And on his shined cheeks a laugh draws and sweeps
And he basks in the pastoral sun like a songbird and crew
Because the year is 2000 or 2001
And a child’s barely grown father must run to the city.
He must beg— (for working’s sake) ‘til pride comes undone—
The city that spurn him benches, toilets, parks, opportunity
Because ghosts of the ghoul that a people slayed
still lurk and parade office parks and boardrooms,
a child’s barely grown father must wade relics of Apartheid
In spaces of bigheads where he dances mops and brooms
Because a three- or four-year-old is now twenty
And the heirloom in his father’s stock is but lack;
I must work the same zero and struggle as plenty.
I must be black.
Roses are red violet are blue
My heart is the dead my feelings are gone
Love is true but my dad said you due
I hold on tight you hold on slight till dawn
Death is a clue to heartbreak was not true
Sleep tight don’t cry cause I will be trying
The truth is wise the day is a crime to
Home is the place of love last stand crying
Time will tik my heart will split till the day
Hold my hand I’ll hold yours let hold the world
I hate my name but I love yours bae
Today my heartbeat for you to twirled
Look down at your feet and show yourself life
Thank you for my life so do you know Phfe
Why is life so unfair
like things aren't really there
all I ever wanted was my parents to love me
to hear them say sweetie would be a sweet dream
I asked you Lord what can I do
if only you would step in my shoes
can't you see that I need love too
why oh why I cried I
cannot hold these feelings in and continue to lie
I try to fit in things weren't right
sometimes I feel all alone and want to take flight
mama papa where are you now
I'm almost grown and you're not around
how can you leave me alone with nothing but frowns
you're out of town nowhere to be found
papa mama where are you now
I pray to God that one day you'll both can be found
I'm tired
Tired of my bruises
Tired of these fake kisses
You give me every night
After dragging me to hell,
After ripping my heart into shreds
But not letting a single tear shed
Down my cheeks,
Cause you vowed to my dad
That you'll make my dopamine reach peaks..
But baby, all you do now
Is break me into pieces
Feast on my flesh
Cause a thousand blood clots,
Leaving my bones to rot..
All I do all day is think about you & check your school app to see how your day is going, don't ever let anyone tell you I don't care or I'm not there because that would be deceit their showing, you are my family my superhero my saving grace,I look so forward to every other weekend daddy gets ninja focused when I see your face, thinking about leaving you a legacy & not a lease which means I have to get to it & use a little more elbow grease, things started off rocky but we still climbing to the top & what daddy tell you we gonna make it because we never stop
They are apart of me, they are apart of my wife,
Who made the sacrifice and I give them my advice,
Of who made the sacrifice; it is Christ.
They make my heart beat fast, with happy tears,
That comes from my eyes.
They make me glad that I am their dad,
Who is not sad or mad.
They are apart of my body, but now they are all grown,
They wave to me goodbye, to find a life of their own.
My beautiful daughters, they have grown up so fine,
They make me very proud, to know that they are my own,
But they will never be alone, as long as I live,
It is promised that they will be assured of
Because God has promised me
That He along has them on His throne
With Christ by His side and they will always be alive
With beauty, success, and direction at their fingertips,
They are my daughters and will always be loved.
The slave master is still taking care of your children
He still houses (Section 8) them
He still feeds (Food Stamp) them
He still has health care (Medicaid) for them
He still educates (Affirmative Action) them
He still robs (Cheap Labor) them
He still kills (Police Brutality) them
When are going to take care of your own children
Slave Dad
love was just another drug to you and I would hide it n my veins, you can hear it calling CAN'T you cause I can feel the fire making me insane, making the same mistakes and not learning, I swear I can feel my soul burning, seem like the angels are starting to hover, seem like I should be running for cover, can't see anything clear too much static, Everytime I touch you I overdose does that make me a addict, or a sucker for love my angel fell from above, stabbed me in the heart & twisted the blade, now I rest in the bed that I made
Mother,
Who is my Dad
Mama,
Who is my Dad
Madre,
Who is my Dad
Fornication
Father’s Day is like a day of mourning
A day of the dead
Where young men who committed suicide
Come out of the graves to be with their fathers
I knew a young man who father did not raise him
His mother tried her best
The best schools
Her son was going to be a doctor
But for him it was not enough
No matter what she did for him
No matter how hard she tried
He wanted his father
When his father killed himself
From the convenience of drinking himself to death
No one could console the son
Not even me
The son took his own life
The son wanted to be with his father
Father’s Day is like a day of mourning
A day of the dead
Where young men who committed suicide
Come out of the graves to be with their fathers
Daddy said that our white color.
Should never mix with any other.
He said they were dirty, worthless trash.
I am expecting and the father is black.
Too scared to tell daddy what I have done.
All I can think was keep going just run!
Thru rumors in town, he eventually found out.
He didn't want me or his grandchild
Months came and passed by in a flash.
My son was born and I named him after my dad.
I went home with my precious son.
This new life for us, just begun.
A knock at the door, late who could it be?
It was daddy crying, saying I'm sorry.
Can I hold my only grandson.
After all he is my flesh n blood.
He may have darker skin than me but..
all babies are gifts from up above.
Mother, I love you more
Dad, I love you more
Brother, I love you more
Sister, I love you more
Wife, I love you more
Children, I love you more
Life, I love you more
I love you more
Black Boy
By Valerie Odom
December 1, 2016
Black boy has it all,
but black boy is afraid he’ll fall
Black boy ain’t no sissy,
black boy has to be a man
Ain’t his fault his dad left him
Black boy can’t love his wife
‘cause he a mama's boy
Black boy can’t play with dolls,
he gotta play with masculine toys
It’s a lot he feels within,
black boy tries to wipe off his brown skin
He thinks he’s too dirty,
he can’t get clean
Sits in the bathtub all night,
cries himself to sleep
But what he doesn’t know is that he is a king,
black boys brown beautiful skin is a cherished thing
Black boy gotta play by the rules,
If he don’t then y'all gone see him on the news
Black boy can’t play with no cops,
can’t eat no skittles, can’t play hop scotch
Can’t walk down the road,
can’t get a degree
Can’t be woke and can’t be free
Crying, dying and feeling depressed,
black boy is also feeling oppressed
Maybe one day black boy will have it all,
maybe one day black boy can finally stand tall.