Long African Poems
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Who they want me to be is just what I am...what they want, No time to front tho it's enough liars in this world I gotta roar like a lion but No one honors what's honest there's No one paying me homage the only thing that speaks volumes is chaos & carnage...still I can only be me, am I completely satisfied ask me my answer is no, but the race in the faith is a Marathon so this concrete rose will drink this living water and let the spirit of God in me grow, you reap what you sow right, funny how what's done in the dark comes to light forget the hype I'm everything the spectators said I was, I'm still saved by grace walking by faith of that Higher love, I removed the gloves and the mask picked up more books that told war stories about Religion the good and the bad...I can only be me tho, staying grounded but I'm balancing this life I live on a three strand rope, my ancestors were African not Americans who migrated here on a boat
To all you parents out there who doesn't have a clue.
God is always watching and sees all that we do.
We will give account to him for how we raise our kids.
Stop blaming everyone else for the things you did.
You blame the teacher, police and others for the things they do.
When most behavior that they have, has come from watching you.
I see you in the grocery store acting like a fool.
Then when they behave like you. You want to blame the school.
We are their role-models and from us they learn.
Respect can't be achieved by force, It something to be earned.
Most young men end up in jail, not because dad's not home.
The problem is the parent that's there, talking to them wrong.
I have raised two all alone, each of a different sex.
Not one time did I talk down, to them about my ex.
Smacking them or jerking them while wearing clothes saying "QUEEN".
You are a bully to your child, what a shameful thing!
How do you treat your child that way and have a peaceful sleep.
Yeah you think you've done your job for a roof and food to eat.
Suffer not the little children, is what the bible say.
Why not sit down with a bible and do things God's way.
You are fooling your own self thinking, what you're doing is fine.
But you will face God the Creator, someday at judgement time.
Black Americans marching on the street
protest white cops on a black killing spree.
And many will likely be gassed or beat:
to unlock change; unity is the key.
The racist hounds of hell have been let loose,
and Death's icy breath chills blacks to their bones.
Risking being found hanging from a noose:
they march unarmed amidst batons and stones.
Some white suburbanites are angry, too,
outing bigotry; they stand side by side.
History will note what the blacks went through,
memorializing the tears they've cried.
The rights of their children are what's at stake;
and those rights no one has the right to take!
concentrated in cobbles
unpatterned fairyland
box homes coloured
community symphonic
church mosque kiss mystical
flesh moves brick RECREATE
realms unified and truthful
fabric encodes memories
generational genetics quietly smile
enlightened shadows
in craft supreme
ancestral PROMPTS
in district cultural
moods
stabilised
his-herstory
recorded
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The Hat is an unspoken language
Every lady must learn
It will give you a voice when it's your turn
Your Hat will speak when you don't have a voice
It will talk the whole time, Remember diva you are
The boss, and get your message plainly across
Hold that Hat down, it's your choice.
My language says I'm all that unprecedented,
unparalleled, untouchable and second to none
Classy, intelligent, and sexy to no return.
The preacher has his sermon, but my hat has its address,
let's wonder who communicated the best.
My language has fortitude, latitude, gratitude, attitude, and a smile.
This case I rest!!!
Education being knowledge
Foundation established
My years at CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE
Higher learning being opportunity
I was honored to be educated by legacy from legacy
It was MALCOLM X primage into a Professor Dr. Betty Shabazz,
Malcolm X’s Widow
Principles simple
Health class called “IN SEARCH OF WELLNESS”
My mind opened up into wonder
My thoughts embraced yonder
Listened and absorbed
Possibilities on every turn
Theories directed
Legacies wisdom
Values to use in one’s own life
That is what I got from Dr. Shabazz’s teachings
No doubt
Pure education through and through
Who knew?
For me, it became pursue.
All's not about Darfur
I've seen it, eerie winds
Moonlight through our thatch
We kissed round, one *palmie gourd
Kigali was but a miss
Waist-beads - beats to love
Have you heard the talk-drum,
*Fela's horns of brass,
Or the *Aladuras' joy of Alleluia?
My grandmother still walks miles
Just because her forbears did,
And shame on malaria
For the dearth of men
Oh, on Mandela's earth
Of Soyinka's nobel ideas
Africa - a big breast,
the good, the bad, the ugly. . .
all, as sucklings!
*palmie - palm wine
*Fela - Celebrated afrobeat musician
*Aladura - a popular african instituted christian sect noted for heavy prayers
G golden motifs enamor a brown tapestry
I in galore of grace, a head is held high.
R resplendent glory of the tallest creation
A ascending in attitude, seeks a heavenly sky
F feeding on forage of leaves beyond reach
F farsighted big eyes, browse twigs on trees.
E emotions all silent, with no sound to screech.
S stature so lofty, elongated slender neck
T towering long legs, gallop free and wild
A ambling Savanna plains, predates of lions
N nose and tongue, both in length reconciled
D down to extinction, their numbers on decrease
S strong but enchanting, they are symbols of peace.
T tangerine patterns, in unique genes installed
A 'African Gentle Giant' that's how Giraffe is called
L lanky but charming, an evolution of hybrid soul
L Leopard spotted coat, perhaps a tall Camel stole!
20th July 2019
Sponsor James Edward Lee Sr.
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Black Days Of History
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The black days of history that many do not know
And many refuse to accept of how the black man
Helped AMERICA to be the greatest country yet.
They were brought here as slaves because the
Color of their skin!
But their minds was never searched to see
What lied within.
Every ethnic group that came to the states
Had many a hardship that they had to face.
Every race that came was given a derogatory name
Which they had to accept and had felt the shame.
But they all contributed to this great nation of ours
Which is now known as the greatest power.
These are just a few facts of what the blacks
Had given to this nation, and many of these
Became part of our salvation.
FACTS :) 1) john love- invented the pencil sharpener in 1897
2) Joseph lee -invented a bread making machine that mixed
The ingredients and kneaded the dough in 1895
3) Thomas l Jennings was the first African American to receive
A patent in 1821 which was for a dry cleaning process.
He used the money earned from his patent to purchase
Relatives out of slavery and support abolitionist causes.
4) madam c.j. walker (1867-1919) daughter of a former slave
Who suffered hair loss in her twenties and created hair care
Products, and allowed her to open a factory and school to
Train hundreds of black women to be economically self sufficient
And become one of the first female millionaires in U.S. history.
There is still something that burns in my heart
And when I think of it, it tears me apart
Of all the people in this great nation
That has been put to the ground
There lies one race that still lives
Way below the poverty line and
The government says they're doing fine.
The "AMERICAN INDIAN" who had
Almost all treaties broken, and of this the
The government hasn't spoken.
Many families of five or more
Living in a shack without a door
Just a blanket to stop the wind
To me, this is a crying sin.
The Indian charities have to buy
fifty-five-gallon drums for water
And many of them are on "back order".
I know that I started writing this poem for the blacks
But on the Indian nations - I can't turn my back.
We have to help one another, for we're all
Sister and brother.
GOD BLESS US ALL
© L. RAM
old couple
The evening is dark, and the street light tells
the leaves have fallen, except for two stalwarts holding on
but they will not be there at first light.
On our walk, we stop at a dress shop she admires
a colourful dress as an African, she likes lively attire
asks me if she still fits this dress; mull over this a bit and say
it will fit you snuggly.
She laughs fondly and tells me; I know nought about women’s clothes.
We have grown old together and dislike being apart
it worries me when she goes into the kitchen to make our evening meal
We are both aware of the sand, in time glass is nearly empty
for now, we are lovers in the strand of Nirvana’s echo.