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Let Haiti be absolutely free
Haiti is the father of Freedom and Liberty
Haiti is the first nation to forever ban or abolish slavery
And the slave trade in the western hemisphere
And in the world
The first to practice absolute equality
Among men and women on this sphere
And throughout the world
Stop meddling and interfering detrimentally with Haiti
Leave Haiti alone to be absolutely free
Haiti is the first nation to dig up and plant the seed of freedom
For the world to unfortunately follow with pure hypocrisy
Haiti is the first country to denounce false democracy
Haiti is the first leader to choose martyrdom
The first oasis to defeat colonialism in the Americas
Haiti is where was born the first buzz of jazz
The first beat and cry of “We Shall Overcome”
Haiti is the first country that they tried to betray
Haitians are the first unsung Heroes to die for Liberty and Freedom
Thanks to Haiti that many people are living free today
Since Haiti had spread the incense throughout the world
“Live free or die; Freedom or Death”. Leave Haiti alone to live
They made Haiti poor, undesirable, dangerous and unsafe
By supplying weapons to knuckle heads, teenagers and youngsters
They damned Haiti with crazy terrorists, thieves, bandits and gangsters
In daylight, they tried to push Haiti down the steepest cliff
Yes, they robbed, looted, poisoned, and they miserably failed
To dwarf, to kill Haiti and his noble dreams after numerous invasions. Leave
Leave Haiti so Haiti can be Haiti, let Haiti swim as Haiti pleases
Regardless of what one hears
Haiti is a nice piece of land with smart and proud Nègres
And brave and valiant men and women with small and big toes
Who will fight and shed blood, sweat and tears
To defend Haiti Chérie. Give justice to Haiti by any means
And help Haiti getting rid of the ungrateful criminals and the vermins
Haiti will underwhelm, rise and rise again in the Caribbean Seas
Because Haiti is peaceful, patient, lovely, adamant and resilient
Haiti’s children are watching and they are highly intelligent.
N.B. By the way, Nègres like ******* is not offensive to us, Haitians, however, ‘nizzers’ is insulting.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Thinking there was something going wrong,
It was situation of praise.
Something that couldn`t let black communities be on craze,
But emotionally, puts smile on the entire world face.
Urging and expanding the number of observers through unfailing phase.
On the street, I see passers who are all blacks,
They push heavy goods in their own cars.
Goods that are made out of faith.
That gives much thought of what motivations can enable their descendants create.
Though partiality have always been their fate,
Their concentration always pays them to be great.
They`ve proven the world wrong till date.
Making them that thought to be wise, now wish for a black man to be their mate.
But since yesterday is passed in haste,
Men wearing black skin have to tell them it`s late.
Because they refused to wait.
Black men live in happier days.
Decorated with perpetual age.
The aspiration which human effort can`t make.
It means a lot to tell about black genes.
Yes, in this walk with black skins.
Where we meet ourselves in fame and peace.
Black skin doesn`t show any sign of its carriers to be least.
Identifying the race of black indigenes,
Nature adores everything about black men in all regions.
Before us do we see billions of Africans and black indies,
Behind and beside us are enormous of ******* and carrebians.
Strong in their thinking faculty.
Beautiful in society.
Since black skin elaborates uniquely on beauty,
It’s really exponential concerning its potency.
Time after time, black skin is maintained in decency.
Who dares to replace the charming appearance of black skin with any bleaching colourant?
Very funny to everyone who knows about the consequence it brings.
How sad it is for they that choose to buy bleaching cream for reformat,
And to them who swallow bleaching substance as their main drinks.
I`m sorry, this can`t lay on your table a vitality dish,
This can`t provide for you the charming look of your wish.
At every point of time, the sun and the moon reveals how precious black skin protects the body from deadly infections and unfriendly weather conditions.
If black man stands in front of a mirror, the mirror opens its heart with a lively intention,
Only to praise the outstanding blink of black skin out of superimposed imagination.
ain't it a shame
when hate lynches
a 14 year old Colored boy
in 1955 Mississippi
and blows away the dreams of
four innocent little ***** girls
in 1963 Birmingham, Alabama
yeah
bus that to your segregated thoughts
as I interracially walk you
through Little Rock, Arkansas
with Daisy Bates & nine Black Children
to march along side the National Guard
on their way to a lily white school
as the message of this
un-segregates & untangles
the history of hate
attackin’ ******* in 1957
whose only desire was to be educated
and schooled too
racism & hate
doesn’t try to guide
the white citizen council back
to their good senses
‘cause racism
don’t care ‘bout nobody
being Jewish or Colored
when it needs to
fire-bomb
***** churches with ******* in them
or feels the need to hang someone
from a tree out of existence
racism even devours its own kkklan
as the innocent
pay the ultimate price
racism doesn’t care
if your church is the 16th Street Baptist
and 14 yr. old Addie Mae Collins
is one of the four black Alabama children
killed in attendance
racism ain’t concerned about
you being white either
or your last name being
White
Black
Brown
Till
Schwerner
Evers
Liuzzo
Mandela
Martin or Rodney King
and so many other names
that we’ll never know of
that racism wounded or buried six feet
under hate
racism doesn’t care about
what kinda NAACP dream
you’re having
or concerned about your last name
being "Parks" in 1955
when it attempts to guide you back
to the "Colored" section of the bus
where you know your
civil-rights will be denied
every time you allow
" segregation & discrimination"
to collects its fare
racism & its hateful followers
have no regard at all
for one’s race / religion
or sexual persuasion
especially when racism peers
into its discriminating mirror
century after century
time after time
day after day
and tells itself in 2006
"it’s better than you"
because you’re "cultured" different
from them"
yeah
racism stirs an ugly pot of soup
that no one should ever have to taste.
Earth is sad
Flesh is sand
Shadow is black
My skin is dark.
Black man down
White man's town
Tweets and Hashtags
Protests and Blackcards,
But the system is Prejudiced
Jury men in white ridged caps and black cape cloaks-
take sides with the pale folks.
I can't breathe; No, I can't breathe-
Faint whispers of freedom cries
Because, Czarian chiefs grip my throat like ties
Professing Caucasian supremacy over Zulu tribes
Painting false decrees on the canvas of ecclesiastical tiles.
I can't breathe; No, I can't breathe-
Passed on to brutal Marshals in uniforms
Whippings of batons and golf clubs-
weepings from stabs that felt like unicorns,
Cell bound cus they broke the knobs-
Where silver bracelets and orange suits is the new fashion.
How you expect me to breathe?
When white sheriffs are on the throats of *******
Treyvon Martin, Yassin, George, all fallen Heroes.
How you expect me to breathe?
When you GEORGE me by the color of my skin-
and mock me on the pictures of big screens.
How you expect me to breathe?
When you call me racist-
Cus my black thoughts are on white sheets.
How you expect me to breathe?
When you manipulated theories that I came from the apes-
and traded me as SLAVES to raise the stakes.
Wakanda against the Euro coasts.
My sovereignty lies in the hands of political swines,
Democrips and Rebloodicans
Freemasons and Technocrats
Undergods and the mainstream giants.
Blacks and whites
There's a need for us to unite
Like black boards and white chalks.
But I'm the one you keep writing on
But I'm the one you keep riding on.
HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BREATHE.
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© Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.
#Poetry #PoeticPiece #Black #***** #Freedom #BlackPower BlackLivesMatter #GeorgeFloyd #JusticeForGeorgeFloyd
Last Train Runnin’
For Bob Dylan
The nickel-plated moon howled outside my window like a bullet missing from its sleeve
A lyric tore through the autumn wind on a smokestack through the trees
Like a ghost that whispers metaphors and won’t tell you what they mean
It fades into a whisper while you’re stuck with what you’ve seen
It was a song about a storyteller with a verse about the past
Hung long inside my restless mind and hid in shadows cast
The metal grinding six-string guitar like wheels on the tracks
A songster told of flights and journeys playin’ down the facts
I rose so slow from my humid sleep sat stone still on the bed
I just let that smokestack lightning ring inside my head
That blues harp whistle horizon deep, rumbled, then it rolled
Like that midnight hour at crossroads’ edge Robert Johnson lost his soul
I heard union men and the coal-black din of ******* on the road
Capos working a child to death, and never payin’ what they owed
I heard a folksinger storyteller whisper dreams inside his sleep
Hand out lighting from a whisky bottle with lyrics meant to keep
Its melody was awful sweet as that train rode through the dark
And the music from that locomotive left these visions on my heart
I saw lonesome hobos warm their hands saw travelin’ roads-men too
Saw Mississippi John leaving home before his song was through
Now that singing storyteller made me rise and through my window peer
I loved the sound that whistle made, the music I could hear
I looked through the high lonesome sound that made that whistle cry
I saw a train on the edge of midnight, I saw Woody Guthrie wave goodbye
Sobre pressão do hip-hop
estou aqui para declarar
a primeira guerra mundial
do amor
o amor que carrego dentro de mim
o amor que vossos barcos de escravatura
partilharam com os meus ancestors
chorando lágrimas de tristeza,
sobre pressão do hip-hop
faço rimas diabólicas
que atormentam vossos nossos corações
carregando dentro de mim
abuses de raiva
que nem um cão raivoso
ladrando
“Mawe Africa, yaye mother land”
pai meu que estais no céu
santificado são as suas boas obras
que seus herdeiros a destruirão
construindo a torre babilónia
a torre das desgraças tribais
shangweni kalishi shoye, mepya yankweni kutoolamo omatanga.
Ye
ongame ngu omensageiro da verdade
escrevendo
que nem um hip-hop
about the black history
my history
your story
the ******* history
that does not have his own mind
his own country
but deep down under my soul
I have my own mind,
my own culture
and
my own country
sobre pressão do hip-hop
sacrificando a minha caneta
sangrando this sheet mother f… want me dead
ondaninga hano shike ndimone iihuna ngawo
ongame ngu omuthigwa
ndathigwa
procurando por um bem estar
e não um bem ser
sobre pressão do hip-hop
faço rimas nojentas
rebentando vossos estômagos
criando digestão
nem se quer podes dar um passo em falso
kabwalala será o seu sofrimento
enquanto estiveres a ler esta plurificação tribal
ngasakidila kabwalala
por teres dado cabo do mulungo
mal dizendo
de um brain washed
that does not believe in one love,
let it be his historical death
let him desaparecer
but before let me say one love one world one destiny
ndishi ndya ngongo let me smoke you
como se foces o cachimbo da paz
o cachimbo da plurificação
que seus consumidores a desrespeitaram,
sobre pressão do hip-hop
kwaku ni
kwaku
usukula.
Within sleepy sheep folds
of retributive divine justice
postponed til kingdom comes
and diva queens go
to hell where we sinfully belong
like all unfaithful *******
refusing to shuck and jive
custody of 20/20 eyes
and to disconnect bicameral ears,
Discovering within these quiet unexamined folds
remains an uncreative fundamental tension
between evangelical healing justice
and bad faith zealotry,
Between good news of God's universal EarthLove
and dark colonizing missionary zeal
to overpower alien health and happiness,
compassion and gratitude for global regenerate nature
spiritual nondualism.
Zealotry of StraightWhiteMale scriptural reconstructions
in Western roots fed by colonization memories
of overpowering violence.
Evangelical multicultural good news
roots are living watered
by creolizing necessities,
communal simplicity,
non-elite sufficiency
found in multiculturing non-violent domestic herstories,
communication circles ecofeminist
compassioned philosophies
of ecologically green resonant theology,
restorative win/win EarthJustice,
permacultural health-system therapies.
Zealotry is born of punishing bad faith
in colonizing memories.
Evangelism is born of healing good faith
in polycultural creolizing visions.
Zealotry is extrinsically LeftBrain dominant
and anti-Christlike.
Evangelism is intrinsically RightBrain prominent
and EarthCreation healing.
Which version of Christianity
do you find supported
by Republican StraightWhiteMale TrumpCards?
How might this compare unfavorably
to GreenDemocrat ecofeminist compassion therapy
if you are more of a Gospel Health-Crusading Evangelical?
I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/
I represent the modern day Black man/
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn
thing when the stuff hit the fan!
“They Damn Self!”
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands
left/
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window
shoppers like we nothing!
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/
“Buy Black Owned!!”
“Keep the Money in the Hood!”
That’s all you hear/
We tried and it went/
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/
I hate the usage of the word *******!
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/
I realize ******* got a problem/ The rent not affordable/
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get ******* out of Harlem/
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/
All I see is
“I see DISASTER!!
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/
But the sad part is
WE THE MASTER!! (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)
By Lester Marrow
Form:
The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...
While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations
The "Ugly Americans," reviled by most other nations
Their stay-at-home wives feeling mostly frustration
Downing "happing pills" daily instead of real medication
Their sons sporting letter sweaters, obedient jocks,
Their daughters in plaid skirts and white bobby socks
Penny loafers and saddle shoes were in for ten years
Along with white levis and coca-cola -- never rum, never beer
Yet how about Krushchev's dust-ups with Tricky Dick Nixon
What about Sputnik 1 and the panic it put us in
And remember George Wallace and old Lester Maddux
Hosing down *******, echoes of Crispus Attucks ...
The rise of brutal pro football threatened apple pie and baseball
Heralding the next decade's premiere spectator sport, i.e., 'spaceball'
Joe McCarthy dug up the dirt of a "red scare's" nitty gritty
In the work of the House un-American Activities Committee
Then there was Rosa Parks refusing to sit in the back of the bus
Championing the yearning for justice in so many of us
And the music, the music, so outrageously wild
Chuck Berry, Richie Valens, the Big Bopper -- that overgrown child
Yes, the Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though we shan't heed the call of those who'd return us to there
Righteous indignation
I am emotional
I am anger
Over the mistreatment
Insults
Malice treatment of others
What a sense of injustice to the babies, little children
Righteous indignation
I am emotional
I am anger
Over the mistreatment
Insults
Malice treatment of others
What a sense of injustice to native Americans
Where are all the Indians now
And I, I
I am emotional
Righteous indignation
I am emotional
I am anger
Over the mistreatment
Insults
Malice treatment of others
What a sense of injustice to African Americans
Those Blacks, the *******, Colored
Whatever the name they go by now
Righteous indignation
I am emotional
I am anger
Over the mistreatment
Insults
Malice treatment of others
What a sense of injustice to those churches
That mistreats their members
Tell them that their not saved unless they like as per their denominational creed
What about you
What about me
Righteous indignation
I am emotional
I am anger
Over the mistreatment
Insults
Malice treatment of others
What a sense of injustice
Help me Lord, to just pray more
Help me God, to reside in your love
Help me to forgive so
--So that I may live eternally with you
Arise in me keep me true
I will fully intend to forgive them
Whose spitefully misuse me
I am emotional
Righteous indignation
I am emotional
I am anger
Over the mistreatment
Insults
Malice treatment of others
What a sense of injustice to our sisters and brothers
Selah
10/25/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018