Sometimes I ask
Where did it all start
The blur to sanity
Using colors for identity?
Black and white—
Are they not just colors
Used as symbols from the start
To breathe life into art?
The human is an unfinished work of art
Set on a transparent canvas.
God used different colors
To create a complete image of Himself.
I believe it is deliberate
For He wants to communicate
The beauty He commands
In His complete image
Colored.
On the day their wedding was fixed
Long liberal movement was risked
And away The Newest Bride whisked
From a Sea of Blacks with Whites mixed...
Brenda known to have sometimes frisked
In death zones or The Asterisked,
Never fearing to be up mixed
With persons whose motives are mixed...
Now,she can't be found in a midst:
In disturbed eyes gathering mist...
Brenda had failed to settle Dan:
The man with gift she didn't ban;
Fears Dan might her beat like a pan;
Not her want to return his fan.
America is beautiful, great and wonderful
Eadem opera, she is ugly, pitiful and dreadful
In regards to the mistreatments of the Native Americans
The African Americans and other minorities
Yet, America is one of the best countries
In the world to be part of or to become citizens
Slavery remains an everlasting thorn in her history
Discrimination is an insecere cancer which won't go away
Any time soon. In the USA, one can always find a way
To survive, to make it amidst the chaos and the irony
Yes, America remains a land of a plethora of opportunities
We all hope and dream of a better America
We all pray and wish for a better America
Where breathe love, peace and auras of positive energies
We love America when she's right, just and fair
America, America can be like a Giant Bear
Who will equally protect her children
America can be like an uncelestial heaven
Let's celebrate Juneteenth: the emancipation proclamation
And the Fourth of July with love, peace, respect and admiration.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
My best friend is one color, I am another.
We are soul sisters, cousins, we love each other.
We are treated differently by people who do not know us at all.
But judge us on skin color, which is so ignorant, it’s small.
She tells me she has to warn young men to be careful and clean.
They will be stopped for stuff others might have never even seen.
She tells me that her students are afraid of the police.
They have seen what some will do, and it is not keep the peace.
Told her about a disappointment I had once, when I really wanted a job.
Boss chose man with specific skin color, to prove she was not a snob.
I had done this job as a volunteer for about twenty-eight hours a week.
They hired the other person, who kept my job for barely a week.
My best friend and I have some lessons and stories to tell.
We know each other beautifully, soul cousins, we know each other well.
We do not generalize “all whites or all blacks”
Because we are best friends, and have each other’s backs.
they open that door
so now go
don't poke
get out and vote
this is no joke
the fight goes on
we're belong
this is the season
some had too for me and you
BLACKS
DIED FOR A REASON
1988 a Denmark rouge and scientist
Researched a global position device
He called his study " buyers remorse"
And said that when sceince, math and
Man's hatred of men come together
You will see how technogy will make
Poor people poorer .
He said people will invent devices
To exploit your trust and wellness.
He said the engine will be controlled
By those who are demonic to your
Welfare and well being.
Speaking of devices that will
Be able to control your cars,
Trucks, trains and tracters,
Submarines,tanks,ships.
He called his theory
"The Order of Ofisis"
After the Mythical Goddess
Of Sabotage
When devices will are
Used in strategic rivalary
I know you have ears,
Listen before you end up in tears,
Hatred is cancerous,
Segregation is dangerous.
No need to murder a brother,
Born by a mother,
We all belong to tribes,
We can live in unity and thrive.
Tribalism promotes nepotism,
It fosters Satanism,
Again, favoritism is evil,
A monster making us uncivil.
Our skin is black,
Africans don’t move back,
Let love lead,
This I plead.
its been long road
reaching there gold
from the slave ship
been beat with whip
this has been long trip
for some many africa american black
some hang and wack
been shot at
in my mind i still can seedom
running for ther lives
this is some history
of
BLACKS HIWAY TO FREEDOM
Been long road to reach this gold they had to re load was tasks from the past. That made month of blacks who open the door many was poor shots rang they sang.freedom song and made away so your have a say. HISTORY OF BLACks TODAY.
Been long road to reach this gold they had to re load was tasks from the past. That made month of blacks who open the door many was poor shots rang they sang.freedom song and made away so your have a say. HISTORY OF BLACks TODAY.
going back to slave days
so many paided the way
walking and the rain
it was freedom pain
on the road to there goals
was right to vote
some old and mope
many blacks and white
was there for
BLACK HISTORY RIGHTS
look around you
you see it too
how this man king
help made the change
they say he was insame
his life he had to give
BLACK HISTORY
LIVES
The All Blacks, man, are they for real?
They’re faster than the speed of light
Don’t blink, you’ll miss them, they’re surreal
I’m awake, not dreaming, right?
They just left the French for dead
They’re faster than the speed of sound
Eyes in the back of every head
Feet that fly above the ground
What power, what fitness, what on earth
Possesses men to be that fine
What strange goddess gave them birth
What discipline keeps them in line
I sit here gobsmacked, oh my days
I understand now, here’s the crack;
The All Blacks move in mysterious ways
Dark Gods of rugby blessed, in black
by Gail
what a world
if was just boys and girls
just a love place no race
and a bright light
day and night all face
NO BLACK NO WHITE
NO RACE
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Lands Of The Blacks
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2014
Sudan! Sudan! Sudan!
hotter than
three
Sun's,
and
Black,
as
the shade
of
night -
Though
you are
miles away,
Still....
I'm
where you
are
in
my heart -
My soul
is
here,
but
my spirit,
travels
in
the African
wind -
Sudan! Sudan! Sudan!
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