In The Black To Be Poems - Poems about In The Black To Be

WORSE THAN DOGS Mi step off di docks, salt burn in mi chest, Suit sharp-press, hope pin to mi vest. Windrush blood, calypso fire, Dreams of gold — meet cold barbed wire. “Welcome,” dem sneer wid a crooked grin, Door slam shut — all ‘cause a mi skin. Signs in window cut like knives: NO BLACKS. NO DOGS. NO IRISH. — lives. But truth...

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Ghanaians are beating The drum of shame For Nigerians Which they will later dance to Calling Nigerians in Ghana All sorts of names, due to some misunderstanding Now they're promoting hate just because of mistakes. Ghanaians are on the street Creating scenarios Nigerians the villains Forgetting they triggered it Forgetting what their Ghanaians Are doing to Nigerians as well No country without...

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Why? That's the question. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why do we live in a world that hates change A world clinging to a past long gone Why must hate be so common Why does the world insist evolution is a myth to progression Maybe it's just because they thrive in the tension Maybe because if we cleared the fog of distraction We would see their...

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The poems that weep with grief The one that bleeds a sadness unnoticed The ones that grieve the erasure of colour I wish I didn't have to write poems To convince you of our pain The one that stains every word on every page The ones that can't bleed out of existence The ones that break and...

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The crops grows from the tears of the enslaved The ground quakes from the harsh sound of the whip Their calloused hands evidence of a life of painful labour Wounds etched their skin A twisted reminder of what happens when you don't comply Their bones crushed under the weight of exhaustion Their eyes burned by the harsh sun Despite...

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black hawk circles me brings in a new recruit too waiting for my death I feel threatened right now. there are six of them was that a cough?...

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my fingernails are black below not above do I coal mine in my sleep it’s early morning what is this stuff? under every single nail as if I’d dug myself out of a coffin my nails could not look much worse I try to remember my dreams alas no clues at all a younger me might have tasted this crud I have finally learned...

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I like the way you touch my body. There's no way I can deny it. You complete me in so many ways. You have this body of mines in such a maze. Taste me here, lick me there. You have this body of mines wet everywhere. I feel chills down my spine. You lay me on my back and let...

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Let every whispered wish take flight, Each prayer cast upward through the night, Let none be lost, let none decay — But turn their path another way. Let not the stars alone receive, Nor winds forget what hearts believe, For every tear and silent plea Now folds its wings — and comes to me. Let cries for peace, for love, for bread, Not vanish...

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Is to be pushed to the brink of psychosis And to then be labelled mentally unstable It is to ask for help and be met with the door Then when we worsen they blame us for waiting too long As if we didn't come when the wound was fresh Not when it becomes a scar Our pain silenced But...

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The price of being black In a white world Is the cost some of us can't afford A currency we don't own Not because we don't have affluence But because they stole the wealth that inhabits our land The price of being black In a white world Is the unreachable expectation of measuring up to something we...

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What is love? Sometimes it's truly hard to explain. It's something we feel. It is, however, not classified as pain. As my tears run down my face as if it were rain. I knew this was love, but sometimes it seems strange. You always make me smile and feel bubbly inside. You make my heart...

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They make the stereotype of the loud and angry black woman seem bad But why has nobody questioned who made us like that The language they use to belittle us Our mouths hand stitched with silence And the box of requirements we are shoved into Threatened by the mark of violence Yes I am loud and no I will never be...

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Seasons change New life blossoms New Beggings Sure to come However Stains of the past carry on The grip of racism Yet to let go Historical tragedies Come and gone But one remains timeless and strong Discrimination of a certain colour Hate towards black people Yes seasons change New mindsets born A system so flawed Has yet to be updated Houses destroyed...

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My head crashes to the desk. Flashbacks—oh, so cruel. A hammering heart, a desperate soul, I reach to touch you… But you vanish. I run to you, but you’re always faster, Slipping away again. “Come back,” I scream. He says, “No, I don’t love you… I never really did.” Silence. I stop running. “No… no.” Sobs break free. My chest feels hollow— Not from grief, But from the absence of...

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