They want our rhythm but not our blues
They envy our natural melanin yet tan too
We wear our style and they call it hood
They copy it now and say it’s all good
They want to erase our heroes and heroines
Because there’s a power in the skin we’re in
King, Tubman, Malcom X, Garvey and more are
Past heroes guiding future black American stars
They say it’s DEI and continue to denim deny
Racist goals and faulty souls as the reason why
Black is resilient beautiful and brilliant so true
You enslaved raped murdered hate, we don’t need you
She is known as Honorable Queen Mother Nanny. The lady was so sweet as sugar candy.
Enhancing the fight, smiling with much delight, knowing her cause was right.
She was the awesomely true Westward Maroon liberation queen in the highest esteem.
Hailing from Ghana's Gold Coast as an Ashanti or Akan—"A free woman!"
His Excellency the Right Honorable Marcus Mosiah Garvey Jr. "Visionary Diasporan."
Founder, Universal ***** Improvement Association and African Communities League.
Created the Black Star Liner, forging the link between African and North America
Desiring to take his people back to their ancestral African roots, starting with Liberia.
The heroic grandfather, The Honorable Paul Bogle, says, "No taxation without representation!"
National Jamaican hero, Stony Gut Baptist Church deacon, and Morant Bay "Victor!"
Usually referred to as a "Shaka Zulu Pickney," an ancestral famed freedom fighter.
Proverbial singer Bob Marley uplifts his grace in the song "So Much Things to Say."
Faces printed on currency show the value of national and cultural pride—"None to hide!"
Standing on many shoulders, such strengthening standard-bearers, faithfully abiding!
Marcus Garvey you were a trier, but never destined to be a king
Easily made a fool of, if only you had half a brain, you could win
Famed by your own notoriety, ideology based on incompetence
But; you've not gone through history, without acknowledgment
Giving birth to Malcolm X, who in 1965 dreams were shot down
Martin Luther King, another black, whites didn't as want around
Where Bob Marley's assassination attempt, rumored by the CIA
Black's standing up for their rights, never to see the light of day
Muammar Gaddafi, taken out on the orders of white supremacy
Opening the borders to African blacks, he's shown no clemency
I tell you I've met God in my dreams and he is not flamin' white
When he reigned before me, black, black as any moonless night
chillin on da black looking at the earth waiting to be inhaled, just breathe it's me the breath of life, you can't see, you can't do anything without me, I ascend from your lungs to eternity, Iam the essence of your soul, know every lie you ever told, I know how your story unfolds, so many have fought and died, just to keep me inside, taking me for granted you will end up with no life, I was in the lungs of your ancestors those great people you come from, like Malcom X, Harriet Tubman, Markus Garvey and the rest, I held their blood in bodies of strong flesh, they are the real Gods and goddess they had to breathe and inhale like you and me, the breathe of life was created so that all can breathe, just inhale and tell me the reason that you breathe, it should be to have dominion and conquer the land, air and sea, suffering from systematic deprivation causing people to be, in a situation of derealization, where you devalue yourself image not able to have courage to gain liberty so your freedom will diminish
We are the freedom fighters, fighting for survival
Hopefully the next generation follow the same road in their arrival
I wanna make a list of the real ones
Certified legends the true dons
Nelson Mandela led the struggle against apartheid and became president
Heritage of a small village, that’d part of our resident
Marcus Garvey, leader of the Pan-African movement
Wanted us to go back to Africa for improvement
Malcolm X was a warrior in the fight against racism
But people feel he was some type of convict because he went to prison
Martin Luther King brought equal and civil rights for his brothers and sisters
Walked 54 miles for freedom, must have had blisters
Che Guevara was part of the Cuban revolution
To sought out the madness Guerrilla warfare solution
Muhammad Ali, the greatest boxer to step in the ring
Was against war, that’s why I call him king
Fellow freedom fighters, fight for your freedom.
Red x trane
(a black arts movement kwansaba)
by ‘bro.zayid’
Garvey greased Harlem struttin
Baraka bluuuue New Ark floats
Chicago ‘sippi blood thick
Watts fire ibeji badd
Big Eazy polyrhythmic
Dee stroyed broadsided lovin
A red X’d Trane flyin home…
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Being here under the stars tonight with you, ....... Sweetheart
reminds me of Van Gogh's famous painting that ..... you
and I admired, at the art gallery in New York and..... are
planning to buy a replica of, but you, Darling, are .. my
heart's heaven, my sky, my starry nights, my.... Constellation
.
Contest poem
sponsor H Garvey D. Esquire
I am.
by Richard V Fraser
Who am I?
I am the mix of African maroon, Scottish, Irish, German,English, Chinese and Indian
I am the flavour in the Jerk, the curry, the roast yam, the ackee and saltfish
I am the Mento, the Ska, the Roots the Rock the Reggae and the Dance hall
I am the sun, the sand, the trees and the breeze
I am the vibe in Negril, the splash in Mo-bay, the weekend in Ochie and the bashment in the Kingston town
I am the julie mango, the sweet sugar cane, the nice cool jelly coconut and the sweet but sour sop
I am the Marley, the Garvey, the Quarrie, Bolt and the Louise Bennett
I am the Harder they come, the Smile orange, the Dance hall Queen and the Shotas
I am the Black, the Green, the Gold
I am the Independent, the Emancipated
I am the Proud, I am Jamaican
I am.
by Richard V Fraser
Who am I, I am Jamaican
I am the mix of African maroon, Scottish, Irish, German,English, Chinese and Indian
I am the flavour in the Jerk, the curry, the roast yam, the ackee and saltfish
I am the Mento, the Ska, the Roots the Rock the Reggae and the Dance hall
I am the sun, the sand, the trees and the breeze
I am the vibe in Negril, the splash in Mo-bay, the weekend in Ochie and the bashment in the Kingston town
I am the julie mango, the sweet sugar cane, the nice cool jelly coconut and the sweet but sour sop
I am the Marley, the Garvey, the Quarrie, Bolt and the Louise Bennett
I am the Harder they come, the Smile orange, the Dance hall Queen and the Shotas
I am the Black, the Green, the Gold
I am the Independent, the Emancipated
I am the Proud, I am Jamaican
I am.
by Richard V Fraser
Who am I, I am Jamaican
I am the mix of African maroon, Scottish, Irish, German,English, Chinese and Indian
I am the flavour in the Jerk, the curry, the roast yam, the ackee and saltfish
I am the Mento, the Ska, the Roots the Rock the Reggae and the Dance hall
I am the sun, the sand, the trees and the breeze
I am the vibe in Negril, the splash in Mo-bay, the weekend in Ochie and the bashment in the Kingston town
I am the julie mango, the sweet sugar cane, the nice cool jelly coconut and the sweet but sour sop
I am the Marley, the Garvey, the Quarrie, Bolt and the Louise Bennett
I am the Harder they come, the Smile orange, the Dance hall Queen and the Shotas
I am the Black, the Green, the Gold
I am the Independent, the Emancipated
I am the Proud, I am Jamaican
In the cycle of life
In time
Will we forget the ones who passed?
Will we learn to forgive?
What was, can it become buried with the past
In time,
In the cycle of life
Will your hands be clean?
Can the lies turn to be true?
Will we all believe?
Or reality will be blown like dust?
In time
Will there ever be my time?
Like the times of Marley, Garvey and Gandhi
Are we going to tell the same stories of time?
Or sleep on the same bed
Only to wake up on time
And make up for another time
In time
Where love is lost
Will it be found with time?
Will the wounded hearts heal with time?
Is time truly the healer of all wounds?
Wounded by passage of time?
Will they tell the truth of our time?
Will reality be real with time?
In time
Will we complete the cycle of life
Can existence be measured like distance?
Will we get to see the end of time?
Will this story of mine end on time
Or we should say our prayers in time?
Before we close this elemental chart
Hello my name is Keith Edward Baucum.
I am a black male who was born on the
day of July 10, 1982.
I'm the youngest out of my mother's seven
children.
I am from Laurinburg North Carolina. I
still live in Laurinburg North Carolina.
My interests are education, poetry, African
American studies, African culture,
literature, visual arts.
My favorite poets are Marcus Garvey,
Phillis Wheatley, Tupac Shakur, Langston
Hughes, Maya Angelou, Paul Laurence
Dunbar, and Countee Cullen.
I would like to publish a book of poems,
stories, quoets, and writings.
I am 31years old and as single as one can
be.
I have no children.
The type of music I like are hip-hop, R&B,
rap, soul music, reggae music, and gospel
music.
I'm a Christian and I'm a black
nationalist
My mailing address is po Box 792
Laurinburg North Carolina 28352
Written by Keith Edward Baucum Aka Red
Seven aka The Brown
Philosopher aka The Green Poet
I got thrown off the wall
Nope...NOT there at all?
I see H Garvey and Carol
Andrea and Harold
There's Sami and Daver
Poet destroyer, clever
There's Richard and Joe
And some I don't know
Then Kirstie and James
Debbie and Max
Allan and Russell
Gimme me the facts?
Patrick and Danielle
Craig and Marycile
Louis and Jon
Constance RESPOND!!!
Go to member area
Click on the WALL
Chances are your FACE
"Taint" there at all!
I Got Thrown Off The Wall
If I had a Broken Heart
I would of done things different if I had known
Today I stand here all alone
There were no signs the day I lost my love
My "Only True Love" sent from above
A piece of me has been ripped apart
A piece taken from my hurting heart
So many tears streaming down my face
Oh so longing for your soft touch, your gentle embrace
Special reminders pop in here and there
Sweet memories cherished together we share
Your cologne lingers in your favorite chair
I cradle myself in it wishing you were there
I hug your pillow as I lay down to sleep
The lonliness seeps in oh so deep
To hold you tight as I hear our song
One day, together my love, where we belong
Contest by: H Garvey Daniel Esquire
If I had a Broken Heart
July 7, 2012
Maroon man
Broad back, true mouthed
Flinging fire to frolic in the face
Jamaica man, Saint Ann sprouted
Long lignum vitae of the race
Belly clean
Platform devoted
Africa's champion, noble will
Great scholars by new men quoted
Your voice from Harlem here rings still
Costa Rica
Panama far flung
Homes of Black people rising to live
Peru, and vision that he hung
Colon and astride the world to give
Hero man
Prison cuffs thrown down
Red, Green and Black Starliner floated
Prince of us all, and new pride found
While to the Black race devoted
Garvey, man
Maroon hero bright
Lit the dark land against foreign nights
Sweet talker fighter for the right
God blessed leader, hope in our plights
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