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Over 400 years ago, the arrival of 20 or more enslaved Africans are called ‘The Beginning of USA Slavery', which are much more complex than that.
We were kidnapped from Angola, forced on a Portuguese ship, tied from head to toes, Europeans called "The New World"—stolen from that ship,
English pirates confrontation on Mexico coast 20 or more,
“Odd *******” landed at the Point Comfort 1619, English settlement would become Virginia.
Injured defenseless, don’t know what to do; would you?
Duly noted, colony’s secretary, famous as the widower of Native American Pocahontas.
The horror of the journey began with 350 slaves, onboard “The San Juan Bautista",
One of terror, hunger, death even before the piracy begins,
Half would die Portuguese ship, some of millions would perish,
Middle Passage, 1600s to 1800s, before the docked near Veracruz,
Overboard they would go, feeding the sharks valuable no more.
2019 anniversary of the slaves, arrival in the USA must be observed,
No more shall it be paying tribute to perseverance and resilience,
African-American History Commission, Virginia’s 2019 Commemoration, American Evolution,
States—Nations—history must remember that we are Americans,
Complexity as it may be for some to know we are here to stay.
I was a shirt filed with straw and rags.
Pants that hang loose. Jeans cuffed pinned uncomfortably.
Nothing to think of; a hat filled with straw.
The inability to walk. Pinned to a board.
Hickory oak.
Chest disproportionate to a small waist.
Sleeves flung in the wind.
Left standing still; a face motionless.
Pinned to hickory oak.
A shadow left in an empty field, the boundaries of a checkerboard shirt.
The insecurity of straw hands.
Pickett fences to the feet of crows,
Still she'd visit often.
Distance cut short by dark heavy wings.
She'd caw in my silence,
Not knowing the ability to smile I stood against purpose.
She refused to run, poking fun at my hat.
The clothes that hung loosely in the wind, scurf tied tightly around my neck.
Feeling her prick the strings of my chest.
Strands of straw filled by her need to find home.
Was there anything there at all before that moment.
Becoming shelter to the way she pried.
If you stand strongly with and for Liberty
I will fearlessly join you
If you stand firmly for Freedom
I will cheer the noble gestures of your kingdom
If you stand enthusiastically for Equality
I will ecstatically stand with you too
If you stand for good democracy
I will help you spread the seeds of Love
I will happily clap when the doves are hovering above
If you stand solidly for fair and equal justice
I will help you ring the bells of peace
I will fervently pray for you all the time
I will sporadically listen to the tintinnabulation of the chime
Brothers and sisters, I have tears of hope in my eyes today
Otherwise
My pen is able and ready amidst the fray
And it won’t be so wise
Because I love my fellow human beings, our people
Who are black, red, white, yellow and purple.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and to our brothers and sisters.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
It is a collection of 66 different books.
Each an important puzzle piece, just take a look.
God took a complete puzzle and tossed it in the air.
It fell down to the earth, scattering everywhere.
Most important piece is God himself
That most will ever see.
John 15:4 says "You must abide in Me!"
The book Genesis tells how all things begin.
While Revelation shows us what happens in the end.
Each piece or book will provide another clue.
Of why Creator and creature interacts the way they do.
In Genesis, book of beginnings chapter's one, two & three.
It tells how everyone and all things have come to be.
Next we find out in chapter two.
He gave birth to his children and told the oldest what to do.
Obey me He said and all will go well!
But the moment you disobey, life for you will be hell!
You'll trigger a cancerous disease from within!
It will corrupt your thought patterns and will be called Sin!
Though I already know everything you will do.
The right to make your own choices, must be granted to you.
I've placed a conscious in you, but right now it's asleep.
It will provide you guidance when disconnected from Me.
It will not bother you as long as you do right.
But when you're doing wrong, it will trouble you day & night.
I've created this paradise for you my children today.
Obey my house rules or I must send you away.
While you're out being your own god, far away from home.
I gave you a concept called "Prayer" to be your cell phone.
I am "Truth!" and therefore unable to lie.
Disobedience severs our spiritual cord and your spirit will die.
You'll live by 5 senses of the flesh unfortunately,
And your offspring will loose all awareness of Me.
You'll curse humanity until the end of Days!
You'll hate, kill, and suffer for not doing as I say.
Because I gave a perfect man the order to obey.
Only the death of another perfect man can take it away.
Once your bloodline becomes infected with the cancer of sin.
You'll reproduce defects only, but out of love, I'll step in.
I'll put on an 'Earth Suit!" come down from my Throne.
Die with your curse inside Me, so you can return home!
The whole time you're on earth, you will have problems there.
I'll send Angelic help, when you call me through prayer.
You'll know it's me carrying my life saving plans.
When you hear code word "Jesus!" The Savior of man!
I’m dying…I really am
And those around me see the forces pushing me out
Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside
I feel like the divided creatures are availing…
My heart is failing
Is there a worse feeling?
I want to find a healing…but the eyes keep closing
FACEBOOK masks and seething lies bleeding outwards
Murdering personality, some say
Words of poetry undeserving recognition
Minds are crawling away from me as I reach for warmth
Grabbing onto a glob of black
I can’t see their real intentions…he needs an intervention
The priests won’t stop dunking her in the waters of perversion
Spitting open Pangaea, letting them flood its base
Things are going so fast…time is ticking disasters
A quiet sadness in souls I’ll never know
I’ll never come to understand you—I can't look them in the eyes
The tumultuous pupils overflow with the blackness…sticking the eyelids together
And drying…coagulating…
Binding…blinding
Only burning flames can lick it away
But my fingers are smoldering from the metallic roll of the lighter’s starter
The fuel is running too rapidly through my veins
Smoky ambience is weathering the skies
While Pangaea is depleted…broken
The creatures are separated—WE ARE SO MAD AT EACHOTHER
Racial content bleeding from the melting wax of our exteriors
Brotherhood—merely incestuous wasteland of hornless hornets
Empty stomachs moving special organs
Singling the heart out…
Shifting the lungs that give them airways of achievement
My teeth sinking into my cheek
I can’t move them…I can’t even speak
Greater is He who is in me the Lord Jesus Christ
Greater is the gifts He's given to me His love and the breath of life
Too many times people discount the Ultimate Creator
they treat God like an old over-used refrigerator
Only to utilize His power when they have a need or desire
Than to be put away in the trunk like a convenient spare tire
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth the anointed words of God
Are no longer heeded by most nor taken to heart
It's no wonder that the world is now full of hate, chaos and confusion
And racism is alive and well and true justice is an illusion
Greater is He who is in me than what is in this world
Greater is the Word He sent to me than anything from man I've heard
The media has a stronghold over our children's minds
With youtube, facebook, Twitter all social outlets of any kind
They walk around all day with a cell phone in their face
Too preoccupied to even recognize God or receive His mercy and grace
Greater is He who is in me than what is in this life
Greater is He who for me sent His Son Jesus the Christ
Children are having children and morality is at an all time low
While social responsibility and respect for others is a no show
Domestic violence is prevalent and it matters not what race or age
Women and young girls abused and killed and society is somewhat outraged
Black lives DO matter but white society can't seem to comprehend
The injustice of accountability when it comes to killing Black men
They call it justifiable homicide but African-Americans only see
That bullets and a guns have replaced ropes and a lynching tree
Greater is He who is in me that what my eyes can see
Greater is my Lord Jesus the Christ who gave His life for me
(Dedication: To the memory of a great woman
and poet Maya Angelou whose life story was poetry
in motion, and whose poetry spoke to our collective
humanity. We will cherish your lovely words and your
inspirational courage.)
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Tears for a voice lost, a timeless treasure;
Rest for the woman who loved and lived zest;
Icon of hope tossed who lived full measure;
Bearer of bold plans with words for life's quest;
Urgent voice touching our tribulations;
Truth poured in plain words in simple outbursts;
Empath whose writings stirred true compassion.
Touching and healing the pains of man's thirst;
Offering fond hope in a life well-lived.
A lovely woman and a fond teacher:
Poet living sure scope beyond pain to give;
Open to dare befriend and yet no preacher;
Embraced a full life, zeal sans self-pity;
Truly a grand jive for a life story.
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Meet the face that smiles with lines deeply etched;
Always with a touch of sincere kindness;
Yielding a sure style in demeanor sketched;
Aptly highlights much in plain tenderness.
Appease our distress with words your soul sums;
Note our sufferings as "the caged bird sings" --
Glimpse and then confess the pain that strings psalms;
Eclipse harsh grieving beyond what life flings;
Linger in your words you bequeath to man;
Offers of true sight: tint, shade or hue paid;
Urgent message heard for love to attend.
Rest now in the light where rainbows are laid:
In-sync with a tune as poesy well-voiced;
Primal wild perfume that blesses sure choice.
Leon Enriquez
28 May 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)
As the deer longs for streams of water,
So my soul longs for you, O Eternal God
My being thirsts for Eternal God, the living Eternal God
When can I go and see the face of Eternal God?
My tears have been my food day and night
As they ask daily, ‘Where is your Eternal God?
Those times I recall
As I pour out my soul
When I went in profession with the crowd,
I went with them to the house of Eternal God
Amid loud cries of thanksgiving
With the multitude keeping festival
Why are you downcast, my soul?
Why do you grown within me?
Wait for Eternal God, whom I shall praise again,
My Savior and my Eternal God
4092014
In a world where the color black is often misunderstood,
Let's shed some light on what's truly good.
Black Friday sales, a shopper's delight,
Financial success on the bottom line, shines bright.
Luxury cars and sleek limousines, easily attract,
But film and stage crews wearing all black don’t distract.
Power, elegance, sophistication in black attire,
Black exudes status, confidence and formality that never tire.
Credit lines and exclusive cards are black,
A little black book, aww… a secret stack.
Black tie dinners, events so grand,
Orange is the New Black, a popular stand.
Karate black belts, symbolize skills honed with might,
Black sand beaches like Santorini’s, a stunning sight.
The Black Panther Party, fighting for human dignity
Black is the color for mystery, unity and solidarity.
Black wedding dresses preceded the white Victorian tradition,
All black cars from Henry Ford's assembly line, a historical rendition.
But amidst the beauty of black, there's also pain,
Darkness, death, grief, evil, and fear that remain.
Understand that black is not wack, it's a color of depth,
To embrace the good, and ignore the rest is inept.
Black pops amid all other hues in a world so vast,
Let's appreciate God’s divine design, and reject misconceptions of the past.
A Turning Point In Life Is Equality
Writings in a Black Perspective....
The day will come when all will be the same color
The mingling with the neighbor
Just like it was in the beginning
No one will have a rainbow blinder
Harriet Tubman, born a slave
Devoted to save
Those that wanted freedom
Not sold or enslave
Jackie Robinson was given a rough time
For being black in all white baseball teams, in his prime
Couldn’t not sleep or dine with his teammates
At anytime
Rosa Parks sat in the front
Of the designated black section, indignant
She refused to give her seat to a white passenger.
She was arrested for the incident
I went through life suffering racial discrimination
So I harden my soul because of rejection
A turning point in life is equality
And our salvation
3/16/2015