Life Black African American Poems | Examples
These Life Black African American poems are examples of Black African American poems about Life. These are the best examples of Black African American Life poems written by international poets.
TO ME AND MY PEOPLE JOURNEYING ONWARD
Journey in belief,
Knowing God’s navigation,
Ensures the journey:-
Doubt not God’s footprints;
Just keep on walking in them:
Destiny waiting:-
Look how far we’ve come;
Look how far back we started:
Still journeying on:-
Destination reached,
And it's time for some to rest,
Give God The Glory:-
Some journeys soon end;
God has been given the praise:
Rest time on the way:-
We hope love’s labors,
Have us there to greet you all:
We all…praising God:-
Chocolate brown skin is from heaven above
Onyx skin and chocolate kin get no love
Love from within is a necessary teal thing
Only hearts of sin try to tarnish black brain
Really a shame to be racist and hard hearted
I don’t have to blame how it all began started
So many lose sight of God in their own life
May His grace replace hate make it all right
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.
When he told me he didn’t want our baby
I snapped you see went a little crazy
How dare you look into my Black Excalibur eyes
And walk away carefree leaving lies
Heartbroken maybe it was deeper than
Word I can find to describe such a man
I couldn’t be happy not knowing this
Or could I all nappy run that back sis
Sitting at the clinic in a Georgia town
Alone with my baby in my belly brown
I knew I couldn’t do it cut it’s life short
Crying nurses soothing I didn’t abort
But my son still paid the price it’s sad
For in his life was a reluctant dad
Who never did anything no gifts no visits
Heartbreaking for him making me livid
Be careful who you walk away from
One day you will need your son
He was a mechanic who sold illegal drugs. His nickname was Snowman. There was warmth in his eyes despite his moniker. There wasn’t a high he couldn’t supply or a ride he couldn’t repair. Despite his humble beginnings, time in the penitentiary, Snowman was a genius with machines. A doctorate’s degree in life and machines, only certified by the streets of north Davidson.
snowman eyes of coal
winter life froze carrot nose
gentrified bulldozed
MLK: THE EBONY HUED HUMAN DOVE
He came bearing a dream for humanity;
Teaching nonviolence, peace, and love:-
He was a drum major for human equality;
Sent down to us by the Creator from above:-
“Forward Ever...Backwards…Never!?!”
With all
The progress
We made, how
Is it that we’re
Back to where
We once were
With oppression?
Did we become
So comfortable
That we failed
To see what
Was coming
To push us
Back and make America great again?!
How could we have simply missed
The vivid message of Stockholm,
Which, for us, here today, is now
A USA, Oppressor Syndrome?!
We belong and carry
Historic love is buried
In black genes so strong
They ring like holy song
The curl of your hair
Onyx Pearl your eyes
Heavy hips bring stare
Licorice lips defy lies
We create from scraps
Food homes poems raps
Take nothing make something
All despite devilish traps
We fall yet we ruby rose
So all could experience hope
And amethyst amazing growth
We dreamt and made it so
You silver star are the pride
Of hearts love inherited tribe
The sun kisses your skin
Ancestors kiss given by wind
Destined and designed to rise
Be inspired be ready to fly
God gives you truth not lies
Walk your path live your life
LIGHT OF MY LIFE
(Apropos Of My Queen's 81st Birthday)
You light up my life;
My sunshine and its moonlight:
All darkness dispelled:-
You can’t grasp liberation
With butterfinger hands;
Rather, you must grasp her
With an iron-fist grip;
Clasping her here forever:-
Thus, let us get to being about
Fulfilling and sealing our liberation,
Rather than just rapping about it:-
Rember, liberation is not given,
It is faithfully fought for and won:-
And the best part of the fight is,
It's not with those weapons given us
To freely eradicate ourselves with;
Rather, it’s with the political power weapon
That so many fought and died for us to win
And have, in securing our political liberation:-
Pity, we’re not on their endangered species list;
Just the list of who should be least cared about:-
They fight for red wolves,
but still erode ebon lives;
we’re endangered too:-
What an abomination,
In our nation,
In today’s situation:-
For our lives to matter,
Time for us to gather,
And get it all together:
Pandemic is the Oppressor Syndrome;
We, oppressively murdering our own:-
Let us be aware,
We’ve come too far
To turn back now:
Our immunity is waiting:-
Our ancestors’ labor,
Built this found nation;
This is our home to save
And make it a land of equality,
For others treated like you & me:-
History clearly reveals that Black slaves
ENDURED the worst of their real life NIGHTMARES.
There is also the sense that their hearts
ASURED them that their future and that
Of their descendants held their
Best DREAMES.
EBONY WE ON THE WAY
Beating our drums
singing our songs
rhythmically
foot printing
our hued feet
with eyes
still on the prize
and the summit
brightly in sight
we be proudly
marching
in blues-jazz
liberty
faithfully assured
no sisyphus-like
rocky rolling
oppression tappings
can get us offbeat
in our sojourn
to mountain to
liberation
awaiting
the dream’s
reality
for the ebony we:-
Education being knowledge
Foundation established
My years at CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE
Higher learning being opportunity
I was honored to be educated by legacy from legacy
It was MALCOLM X primage into a Professor Dr. Betty Shabazz,
Malcolm X’s Widow
Principles simple
Health class called “IN SEARCH OF WELLNESS”
My mind opened up into wonder
My thoughts embraced yonder
Listened and absorbed
Possibilities on every turn
Theories directed
Legacies wisdom
Values to use in one’s own life
That is what I got from Dr. Shabazz’s teachings
No doubt
Pure education through and through
Who knew?
For me, it became pursue.
KUUMBA
(Creative Kwanzaa Thoughts For Today)
In the tree of life,
Let creative branches teach;
Awareness well barked:-
Let your flowers bloom,
Canvassing our destiny;
Reflecting healing:-
Pain well, life’s beauty,
Blooming in God’s great glory;
Canvassing his love:-
Be that tree of god,
Branches spread wide with his love;
Green leafs with his peace:-