Family Black African American Poems | Examples
These Family Black African American poems are examples of Black African American poems about Family. These are the best examples of Black African American Family poems written by international poets.
I'm going through a lover's quarrel.
The universe is fighting with me.
I'm trying to get the knowledge,
Thinking about my destiny.
Already figured it out, not trying to disrespect my family.
Caught between the life cycle of who I'm really trying to be.
Knowledge is the only way to live; that's all that matters to me.
But the force is so strong that I'm losing mentally.
I'm arguing with the universe that's stuck inside of me.
It's trying to elevate me to a place to live out eternity.
The elevation is stuck between one and seven.
The lower numbers are hell, and the higher numbers are heaven.
All I'm trying to do is get back my lost history.
Look at me, I am the same as them.
Eyes like his, eyes like hers, knowing all they see.
Nose wide, skilled, same as his nose, same as her nose.
Ear perfect, hearing all which were taught, from his mouth, from her mouth.
A sharp tongue given to me from her mother, her mother and her mother...
Knowing what was said at birth, listening from the womb.
Look at my hands, same as his hands and her hands.
Same, as they touch the earth from which we come.
Mighty hands, connected to strong shoulders.
Run like the wind, knowing that it will lead you.
Jaded roads, knowing at each turn you were there.
I am significant, same as him, same as her.
You come to me in my dreams
A foggy night a distant memory
I will never see you in life
But I’ll share your face in time
Family roots tender torn apart
Broken due to slavers cold heart
What was meant for evil we pray
Leads to blessings victory days
First black president of USA
And black First Lady descendant of slaves
Family history tree with roots so old
Despite being beaten separated sold
Victory is your blessed rainbow
First female president make it so
Remember
To register
Now or before October
So you can legally vote
In November
If you are a U.S. Citizen
Over eighteen
Be a smart voter
Write a colorful sticky note
Please scribble the date
To VOTE
For a high-quality candidate
For a good and reasonable person
For a law-abiding citizen
For a great and respectable leader
Not for a fool, a faker or a liar
Our lives depend on it
It’s our duty. Voting will benefit
Our beloved country
And our dear family
It’s our constitutional rights
To join the fights
Please remember
To vote in November.
Copyright © September 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.
Family People
I cannot go back to Africa;
My roots are in America,
Where I was born, raised, and married.
When my grandparents told stories
Of a land across the ocean,
I dreamed with them of going there.
Memories fade like names engraved in stone,
And I can’t go back to Africa;
America is my home.
The L. means Long Lasting Love
The A. means Always
The W. means Wisdom
The R. means He is Risen
The E. means Eternal
The N means Now
The C. means Christ
The E. means Everlasting
You are powerful, I see it in your walk, puissance;
proud and strong as the mighty oak.
Your words speak with the strength of our people;
your shoulders hold their plight.
You have never waivered steady, steadfast;
your strong feet which walked the uneven paths;
facing pain, knowing that you will overcome.
They whisper softly; be strong, be prideful; we are with you;
every step you take; we are with you, never looking back;
only remembering, yet, learning from the past.
Yes, God originally blessed me with three;
Indeed, blessing me with a physical trinity.
Now He has extendedly blessed me with one
more;
My precious gift of ebon sisters now rises to
four.
Days melt like grilled cheese
Hot humid events stick to people or peeps
So much to ponder of old of new
Still thoughts drift back to who?
On your mind was it a chase
Of heart the one who got away
Was it a joy one you made
That in time grew into another thing great?
Was it remembering a friend who passed
Who's humor still fresh gives laughs
Was it a pet so loyal and true
That your mind unwinds drifts to?
Was it the little ones at that age
When pitter patter were normal days
Or a loved family member
Who never forgets what you cannot remember?
Grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup
What memory does that give to you?
secrets,injustice ,greed,
money,madness,inbreed.
All traits of those who rule
But we can see,and they don't fool
Freedom,love,sharing,
Family,fun,caring,
All traits of the seemingly meek
But you who rule,don't mistake US for weak.
Death,War,destruction
Theft,Lies, and corruption,
Traits of those who hold power,
The traits of those in there last hour.
Justice,hope,equality
Good health,peace and prosperity
All traits that we must suss
Indivisible with Justice for US
PALLANES
Paradoxically, slavery showed equanimity—
Its suffering displayed no discrimination;
We all shared equally, its debilitation,
And were equally denied any sympathy
Over the Middle Passage odyssey;
Black men were prized; and black women too;
Children were also part of the stolen crew—
You see, when it came to you, the children and me,
Misery was equally shared by the slave family;
A strange institution indeed, was chattel slavery—
Its bitter legacy equally shared by today’s black family;
Heirs to the cruel legacy, lets fight ‘til we’re all totally free.
Rise up black man! Rise up black woman! Rise up black child!
No longer be defiled! We’ve already too many centuries to reconcile!
Treasures and passages, peaceful as land, sky, and sea
Heartland of hope, harvesters and helpful hands
Abundance shows America as plateau of plenty
Natives in November remembers, family came first
Kindness swells, like tidal rhythm of breath across this land
Sacred words are heard, a symbol of gratitude and caring
Generations grace the day with family, and friends as guests
Indigenous folks can never forget... extending help
Visions of brighter days, of venison and veggies are stored
I learned of Thanksgiving, migrating to America's welcoming shore
Now is reminder; shall I thank ancestors, or Source above
Gratitude reigns for all, one nation under God.
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My Uncles’ Hands Were Strong…
My uncles’ hands were strong:
fathering children they never had.
My uncles’ hands were strong;
yet gentle like the chiseled hands
of Michelangelo’s Pieta:
strong saintly shooting hands
that touched tender souls with gentleness
only undying love could give.
On their bent backs
rose a Siamese nation
of oppressors and the oppressed:
a Janus nation whose face reflected
mockery of its supposed democracy.
My uncles’ hands were strong;
strong like steel hammers and anvils:
strong fisted hands breaking chattel chains.
Yes, my uncles’ hands were strong:
and the strong men just keep coming on…!
What are the odds against a white man turning black overnight?
After Jeff Gerber went to the bathroom, he was full of fright.
At that image in the mirror, he could not help but stare.
Where he should have been, there was a black man standing there.
Jeff told his wife that he was having a nightmare.
He, his spouse, and his children, all became afraid.
Due to the circumstances, some adjustments had to be made.
The situation became a unique one for Jeff and his family.
This strange quirk of fate placed the insurance man in a quandary.
Do you want to see how things turned out? Watch the movie.
Based on the 1970 film “Watermelon Man”
June 19, 2013
FATHER
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.
One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.
As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.
The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA