Father Black African American Poems | Examples
These Father Black African American poems are examples of Black African American poems about Father. These are the best examples of Black African American Father poems written by international poets.
A black child knows the song of heavy trains,
as clanging engines brought my father home.
His weary, sweaty, fat thighs bearing strain,
from cooking pots of food for those well-known.
We felt the forceful song of heavy trains,
not rails or trams that ride below the street.
A move that in your gut of gut does reign,
black power that comes up beneath your feet.
Our past has known the song of steel on steel
as trains have carried tired heads held high.
When we approached we heard the air brakes squeal,
and at that sound we thought our hopes were nigh.
We've listened for the song of trains for years.
Their mournful horns just croon a memory,
and often resurrect the blues of tears,
or flash across the mind as reverie.
For many years we've sang the sad refrain,
with strength and power striving in the soul.
This melody of freedom laced with pain.
The weight of all life's longings taking toll.
Oh, sing a song of praise for those who bare
the weight of heavy trains within our past,
a rocking to and 'fro' from here to there,
maintaining in our spirits WILL to last.
Hope and revelation is within
You can see it around thou, You can feel it within thyself
The pearly gates open withn thou, Thou understands and knows it
Because his hope is stronger than the obstacles in his path
Only divine intervention,
only faith can lead his hand through the valley of the shadow of death.
It’s a privilege to come before Heavens King.
He’s enthroned on high where Angels sing.
Those gone on before us, the truth they now know.
The answers to the question. Where do the bad go?
Open my eyes Lord Jesus so your truths I can see.
I desire to know what you have destined me to be.
Whatever you have planned Lord, I am willing to do.
If I should trust anyone, it should only be you.
When I look at the wonders made from your hands.
I realize it’s foolish trusting a woman or a man.
Seeking You in solitude your presence I feel.
Your glory overwhelms me, so sweet and it's real.
No drug, alcohol or sex, beats moments like this.
Being in your presence, can be described only as bliss!
I’m hooked and love you Father, just can’t get enough.
At your feet I run to, whenever times get tough.
I want to share this with my children and my grands!.
Trust God, read His word and you will understand.
Storms are troubles that are a part of your life.
They pass through from nowhere, in their wake is strife..
Pain and suffering may result and sometimes loss.
There is coverage left for you, at the foot of the Cross.
Nothing to put down, Someone already paid your cost.
We'll find peace & comfort where suffering took place.
A plan from God for the whole human race.
In your vehicle of thought, make it the first place to go.
The Underwriter name is God, in case you didn't know.
It is where where Jesus signed the contract for me.
Written in His Blood. The address Calgary.
From there God's angel messengers reach out to you.
Where sin-dead spirits arrive and leave renewed.
Coverage is given to all, no soul turned away.
Through Christ God guarantees coverage everyday!
To sign sign on the line, lay down your pride.
Admit you are wrong so Christ in you may abide.
It's a policy for life, nothing else needed to do.
Because Jesus, our agent has done all for you.
God activates it "IMMEDIATELY" to cover all strife.
He's like "Our Good Neighbor!" for all storms of our lives.
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.
Whether you're in a prison,
Or a hospital bed confined.
Yours might just be a 9 to 5,
We all are still doing time.
Our conscience is our jury,
Declaring right and wrong.
Our thoughts the Judge who sentences,
To mental prison where we belong.
All of us are guilty,
In this life we're paying for our crime.
A death sentence has hangs over us.
In the prison of our minds.
But don't loose hope, there is good news,
How we all can be paroled.
The devil has to release anyone,
Even though they sold their souls.
God sent us an Attorney,
His name is Jesus Christ.
He said "All prisoners must be released!"
That believes in his sacrifice.
God sent him from heaven "Pro bono!"
For the hopeless, poor and lost.
He's volunteered to take our place,
Saying "Put me not them on that cross!"
"Father!" he said "Please forgive them!"
The know not what they do!
I've come to set the captives free,
Then I'll return to You!"
The Bible newspaper headlines reads,
"Whether you are young and old"
We have the scoop for all mankind,
The Greatest Story Every Told!
He forgot our roots, from where those women came,
Raised by resilient black women, breaking trauma's claim.
Not a black , I stand as a black woman, strong,
In the absence of your father, I've learned to belong.
Speaking of black pussy, don't reduce us to disdain,
My essence, an ocean's scent, a heritage to maintain.
Hating black women, misguided and unkind,
My body, not your rehabilitation center to find.
In the tapestry of resilience, my story unfolds,
A symphony of strength, in the narrative it holds.
To understand, you must listen, not condemn,
My black pussy, a sanctuary, not built for them.
In the echoes of silence, I rise above,
A black woman, not defined by others' love.
My worth, my power, not for rehabilitation,
For in my own essence, I find restoration.
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.
If Grannie could speak to you today,
This is what she'd want to say…..
“My Dear, Dear Grands, I love you so.
But Father said, “It’s time to go.”
My Dear, Dear Grands, do not feel sad.
My soul is with Jesus. Rejoicing, glad.
Listen to your elders and grow up right.
Choose the goodness of God…. Seek to live in the Light.
Be strong. Have courage……proud black women, and men,
smiling on our memories….. now and then.
My Dear, Dear Grands, my love is still near.
Have peace in your hearts for I rest in God’s care.”
5/4/2023
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1215'
Don Cody is the main antagonist of the 21 film Girl In The Basement.He is a controlling and cruel father who believes he is right all the time and throws temper tantrums whenever his ego is bruised,or when someone does something he doesn't like,until he is arrested for his crimes of imprisoning his family against their will for two decades.Elisabeth was given a new name following the trial,with strict laws to prevent her identity being revealed.The children,aged between 20 and 34 as of February 2023,reportedly slept in rooms with doors permanently open after undergoing weekly therapy sessions to eliminate the traumas they suffered inside the cellar.Note.Kia Bakchodi film da Don Cody.
In the face of prejudice and pain,
He stands tall, with head held high,
A symbol of strength and resilience,
A black man, proud and dignified.
He bears the weight of history,
The chains of oppression and slavery,
Yet still he rises, unbroken,
His spirit burning bright and free.
He is a son, a brother, a father,
A friend to those who know his worth,
With a heart that beats with passion,
And a soul that's pure as the earth.
His skin is dark as midnight,
But his spirit shines like the sun,
A testament to his perseverance,
And the battles he has won.
He is a warrior, a hero,
A man of grace and power,
And though the road ahead may be long,
He will never falter or cower.
For he knows that in his heart,
There beats a strength that's true,
A force that cannot be broken,
A spirit that will always renew.
So let us honor this black man,
And all that he represents,
For he is a beacon of hope,
And a symbol of our common descent.
In the land of sun and sand,
Where the world burns hot and bright,
Stands a man with skin of onyx,
A black man, a noble sight.
He walks with purpose and power,
His stride firm and unyielding,
For he knows the weight of history,
And the challenges of his being.
Through the centuries of oppression,
His people have persevered,
From the chains of slavery,
To the fight for civil rights revered.
But this man is not just a symbol,
Of the struggle and the pain,
He's a person with a story,
And a heart that beats the same.
He loves, he dreams, he creates,
With a passion and a fire,
And though the world may try to break him,
He stands tall, his spirit higher.
For he is more than just his color,
More than the stereotypes that bind,
He is a son, a brother, a father,
A man with a brilliant mind.
So let us celebrate this black man,
And all the beauty he brings,
For in his strength and in his love,
Our world is truly enriched.
Injustice, corrupted, barbaric laws
Created and put into place for coloured men
A policy that is crocked and bent from ancient times
Policies and Procedures in place to justify the wrongdoings of privileged men
Another form of captivity to eradicate and eliminate a human race
There’s no such justice for coloured men
Laws were created only for the privileged men
Their actions no matter how barbaric or cruel there are,
Are justified by ancient and new-age laws
There is no justice for the coloured man
Every law was written to aid, justify and support privileged men
Thank the Creator for Heavenly laws that outweigh all Earthly laws
Rules and regulations designed and put into place
For all earthly gods to abide by and follow
If Yah says, Yes no man can say, No
For his report and word accomplishes what it’s meant to do
Earthly laws were not created for the coloured man
But were put into place to justify and aid privileged men
The only justice that aids and supports
A coloured race is Godly laws that are fair and just
Thank you, Father, for interceding for all coloured people
In these violent and horrific times.
Still a man you know
Still got the blood flowing inside of me
Still got my act together
Still believe in the art on my body
So long as you don’t profile me
I am your brother
I am your son
I am your father
I will be a grandfather
If you let me live
Got love to give
Got faith to believe
Got a job to do
Got a family to care for
If you free me from this bondage
We are your children too
This country is rightly ours too
We choose to express ourselves this way
Each pierce a symbol
Stories untold to the world unless asked
The skin caused us to be enslaved
The tattoos show the emergence
The mind is free
The country spells freedom
So why must we continue to fight for it
Upon seeing a friend all draped up in tattoos and a wonderful young man who could be misjudged for the outer image.
" My Life Is In Your Hands " Whatever you've wanted me to do, Lord, you've taught me that in (believing) in you." People of this (earthly) world will (hate) me too, so I've put all my (faith) "only" in you and I know that you are (protecting) me all the way through too. " Though, the years has passed on still, even though my life has passed through many, many hands, I know that my life really was your demand." " JESUS" " MY LIFE I IN YOUR HANDS." Whatever you wanted to make out of this " old life of mine," 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, I just (pray) and take my time." For all the of this whole world that should be. Your (will) is so much, much (stronger) than Tree"s. " From nation to nation, from land to land, " Our Father, " My Life Is In Your Hands " " I (pray) and (hope), I've (prayed) enough to know, your (will) for me, ( Father) is " sufficient" enough for Tree"s. From here is where I'll (stand), I'll say this once again: " My Lord and Savior", " MY LIFE IS IN YOUR HANDS. "