Black History Poems

Guns, erupt in city street?
Shake the ground we love?
Poison, corrupt what is sweet?
Hear us, God above...

Fan out, troops; if we hold back;
Soon our fabled state;
Will...

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black boy hungry
feed black boy crumb 
black boy needs education
black boy dumb
but the black boy
don't need handouts
he wants what he owns
government take and take
but they...

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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...

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If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we?
If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice,
Then...

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We all become
stories
at the end
of the day

The true
and the false
the black
and the grey

The plot lines
will vary
the ends
in due course

As history
remembers
with joy
— and remorse

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)


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Black History is Our history 
Black History is American history 
Black History is World history 
Black History is The history 
Black History IS History 

Although...

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Held as captives in a ship
Chains binding us together 
Hunger, but we could not starve
Tears but we could not cry.

We were warriors of our land...

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YESTERDAY VIEWED AND RENEWED AGAIN

It is being pontificated
that we should be on the right side
Of history;
But if we were to do so,
We would be on...

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TO THE TASK AHEAD FOR OUR WRITERS

No one can write our story but us;
His story merely footnotes us:-
In the culture of the penned word,
We must...

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IN CELEBRATION OF BLACK HISTORY MONTH: 2025 
				
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Once again, it’s Black History Month; a...

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IN CELEBRATION OF BLACK HISTORY MONTH: 2025 
				
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Once again, it’s Black History Month; a...

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400 years Today 

Although my feet has bared the mercy of my body 
I used the stars ? to guide me 
I am no longer...

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ALUTA CONTINUA : FORCED REMOVALS 

( Poet’s Note : I’m posting this poem here as a South African history student recently asked to interview poet...

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I guess it wasn’t my choice
But I was born way too late
I never had the chance to live my dream
Watching an old Black and white...

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Rolf was born in Wallertheim, in an optimistic year
Progress seemed to be everywhere, and not much to fear.
Then the reds took Russia, shook the world...

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