Proud Black African American Poems | Examples
These Proud Black African American poems are examples of Black African American poems about Proud. These are the best examples of Black African American Proud poems written by international poets.
Today is your birthday
And I’m proud of you
Heart of gold you make
Joyful dreams a truth
Man of courage compassion
I love you very much son
Chocolate man of passion
A special intelligent one
Happy God blessed me so
Jones is your given name
Onyx hair and brilliant goals
Never change a single thing
Every prayer was like a dare
Saw God bless you to dream
Because I am a rose you expect me to be red
But I am black hope there’s much to be said
My petals not yellow but thick onyx braids
Inspiring the fellows who want to get laid
But I’m no mattress nor am I for sale
Comfy in my blackness no need to yell
Stigma and enigma due to my pride
Misunderstood figure refusing slight
My feet are planted in brown dirt
Inspiring romantic despite my hurts
Cut me deep and I bleed cranberries
DNA unique magical like cocoa faeries
Optimistic singing James Brown so loud
Who can resist I’m black and I’m proud
Bright star like eyes that twinkle
And lovely long onyx hair of clouds
A sky of black skin with wisdom wrinkles
A proud walk like a sea breeze that shouts
Who are you black beauty of this earth
How majestic is your mahogany mood
They envy your style you know your worth
Your smile white and wild cure’s the blues
You birth generations of people so strong
Defying the odds and blessed still by God
The way you speak inspires silver song
Hidden away in a purple poetic heart
To know you is to love you and remember
Touch so soft unconditional love so tender
When I am grown and full of things
May I be known as a beautiful queen
Just like you are so politically proud
Love spirited heart beneath cocoa breast of brown
That nurses faithful joy
Blessing someone every day
Giving praise to the Lord
Rocking babies baking cakes
May I give as much and live as well
Earn your tender touch
Of prophecy time will tell
And for many moons
Can my children maze
How natural beauty blooms
So true it never fades
May I live as to honor you
Mother may I be like you
When you give insightful thought,
You can only be as you ought;
God has created you as you are:
Another creation of absolute awe!
So, do not be depressed or distressed;
For, you’re one of the Creator’s best.
Just know that being tested with stress,
Makes you no more or less than the rest;
Thus, be all that beautiful being blessed
To be—being here for all others to see;
That the creator never made any of us less
To be the treasured beauty we ought to be.
God has given your proud mommy to you
And she has given all of you to all of us:-
Be that loving gift of your blessed beautiful hue,
Rather than a foggy mirror image covered in dust.
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.
Cassius Clay, a slave wouldn't be
Renamed himself Muhammed Ali
Became a proud African-American male
~ Then was sentenced to five years in jail
POEM FOR A LOST BROTHERMAN
Yo brother man
There is something
You need to understand.
Mama said to me
They drowned her pappy’s pa
Who actually jumped overboard
To be free;
Said papa was found hanging
From a China berry tree
For being uppidy;
She said pop was shot in the back
For being a strong proud
Militant black’.
Now just look at you;
Sitting sniffing shooting stuff
Like you don’t know what else to do;
Convinced that life is just too "tuff" for us.
Com’on brother, throw away that blanket of Linus!
Or do you still prefer to be less than zero?
Registering on a scale of one to ten, nought minus:
The branded number given to the long lost lethargic *****.
am black, am black
i will say it loud
for that am proud
it has compassed me all around
am black, am black
from my head to toe
no matter where i go
wither high or low
am black, am black
black is beauty
this is my identity
for i can only be me
am black, am black
for black is a nation
it is more than color
black is Nubia
black is power
am black, am black
and that do not make me inferior
but rather feels superior
for black is natural
black is forever
They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself
Great lion who once ruled the land,
you are a serf to your lord.
Gone is your kingdom where you reigned.
You now serve new masters these days.
You fell from your once proud throne.
Your home is now humble and plain.
Among those who serve, you’re not alone.
Many Colors
Authored by Chuck Keys
There are many colors
Some breed hate
Others hide our fears.
Vague shades contradict clarity
It can hide guilt but not shame
Colors are an empty value.
We are pure and proud
When we see colorless
In our hearts as well.
© Charles H Keys, 6/15/2010
© All Rights Reserved
Separate is not Equal
Authored by Chuck Keys
It is said,
that life must be one.
It is felt,
when we are parted apart.
Why must we learn to separate
on what is viewed together in the wind.
Do we equate our lives to others,
to separate can never be equal.
Who decides better may be at worst,
the eagle soars to new highs only as one.
Two tall man are standing, one is white, the other isn't,
both are tall, proud and great.
Way down yonder in New Orleans
Lie the ruins of the American dream.
What was once a garden of Eden,
Is now the center of nightmare scenes.
Creole babies with tear filled eyes
Sharply exhale grief stricken sighs,
Left to the storm they knew was in sight,
Left defenceless to their avoidable plight.
Does the US government feel no shame,
Where will Bush seek to lay the blame
For this grim hell right here on earth,
Once the proud home of music and mirth,
Now shot through with agonizing screams
Way down yonder in New Orleans?