They want our rhythm but not our blues
They envy our natural melanin yet tan too
We wear our style and they call it hood
They copy it now and say it’s all good
They want to erase our heroes and heroines
Because there’s a power in the skin we’re in
King, Tubman, Malcom X, Garvey and more are
Past heroes guiding future black American stars
They say it’s DEI and continue to denim deny
Racist goals and faulty souls as the reason why
Black is resilient beautiful and brilliant so true
You enslaved raped murdered hate, we don’t need you
Categories:
malcom, abuse, america, anti bullying,
Form: Rhyme
Pauline and Malcom..Its ending in tears..You tore up the
Chance.' You have enhanced many fears.' You've destroyed
Credibility with such a deceitful agility.' In 'the Age you'll be
Re-corded as no doubt paragons of order.? And Malcom you were doing so well.!! Even Sweden knew of you.' And I here that tell.
Tell..? The whole world has been made now poorer, by your inactions
Regarding Victoria.'
Categories:
malcom, assonance, education,
Form: Rhyme
One of the greatest scholars and speak so clear for a messaging so rugged but his future so clear
Day is his night and sunset be his fright
As human as could be ,it only is right
Marching as a man is all we could see
One turn of his cheek was the ending of me
Untold story we would never could see
The truth about America is Malcom and me.
Categories:
malcom, africa,
Form: Free verse
BREEDS OF LATE LEGENDS
The soul of Bob Marley -
Tap it from the Caribbean reggae.
The ambition of Tupac Shakur -
Immortalize a generational legacy.
The mind of Malcom X -
A monument for all world's activists.
The dream of Martin Luther King -
Still holds the world's ear ransom.
The heroics of Nelson Mandela -
Voyage from apartheid to multiracial democracy.
The greatness of Muhammad Ali -
"Floats like a butterfly & Sting like a bee".
The world need not these monstrous men mountains
But most needing of a breed of our late legends.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©November2022.
Categories:
malcom, 1st grade,
Form: Sonnet
Be quiet quiet quiet
Shush shush shush
We’ve spoken too much
We haven’t listened enough
Black men and women
It’s not easy to be brave
Oppression and inequality
make you feel like a slave
Your struggles are constant
Beyond what we realize
What we take for granted
Should be a right not a prize
Stand tall men of principal
take to the streets
Chant Black Lives Matter
Share your beliefs
We’ll be quiet quiet quiet
Shush shush shush
We’ve spoken too much
We haven’t listened enough
Change shoulda come
So long before today
Our river of cruelty
is still on display
Brother Malcom X
Joined with Muhammad Ali
Their life force and bodies
Cried out for humanity
Then Sam Cooke sang to us
“Brother help me please”
So why are his people
knocked back on their knees?
Jim Brown broke boundaries
While playing on uneven ground
Later movie star and activist
Why has his voice had no sound?
So yes be quiet quiet quiet
Shush shush shush
We’ve spoken too much
We haven’t listened enough
I wrote this piece after watching “One Night in Miami”.
The struggle is real!
Categories:
malcom, america, angst, black african
Form: Lyric
The pork chops were ten meters thick.
The gravy was never lumpy, always totally slick.
Grandma’s kitchen had smells found nowhere else ever.
She was fantastic with food, surprisingly witty and clever.
Her dishes were plain, blue and white, with a scene inside.
They were scrubbed thoroughly by my Uncle Malcom McBride.
He had never married, which is why we usually had a female guest.
He had seven sisters; do I need to add on the rest?
Grandma would include anyone who wanted to come in and help.
We started carrying platters of croissants and rolls as a young whelp.
Cinnamon sugar pie crust was sitting on the back porch all the time.
To get to it we walked through smells of pumpkin, sage, peach and lime.
Grandma’s pies were in place, but we knew the absolute rule.
To take one before dinner would be death to that fool.
Amid giant platters of potatoes, corn, roast beef, in this fragrant place,
We all sat down together, and waited while grandma said grace.
Categories:
malcom, food, grandmother,
Form: Rhyme
Now I enter public school
Where religion is against the rules
You may deface your arms with tattoos
But don't speak of God, that's taboo
Shave your head or color it green
Elect a transgender homecoming queen
Just don't study the Bible; it's obscene
Since progressive values it may demean
Study Marx & Lenin, Malcom X
Start a chat group 'bout kinky sex
Learn that indigenous people are always right
But not Abraham or Moses -- they were white
Thank God school's over for today
Time to leave ~ Go home and pray
Categories:
malcom, bible, culture, god, prayer,
Form: Couplet
Consciousness is the only thing that can raise nigga's from the dead, like when you gettin up from sleep, because we are a backward people our head is where our feet suppose to be, we are entertained by our own misery and pain, through the constant onslaught of everything that causes us to live as it is, we have been given a reality from our former slave masters to force our perception in a direction that does not gibe us any recollection of what we were truly meant to be, in our minds we gotta start to think like "Iam God" you see, still got chains on your mind cause the illusion you fail to see, I love all who are positive and fight negativity, I fell Malcom and Martin's pain we still have not attain liberation in this day and age
Categories:
malcom, black love,
Form: Rhyme
chillin on da black looking at the earth waiting to be inhaled, just breathe it's me the breath of life, you can't see, you can't do anything without me, I ascend from your lungs to eternity, Iam the essence of your soul, know every lie you ever told, I know how your story unfolds, so many have fought and died, just to keep me inside, taking me for granted you will end up with no life, I was in the lungs of your ancestors those great people you come from, like Malcom X, Harriet Tubman, Markus Garvey and the rest, I held their blood in bodies of strong flesh, they are the real Gods and goddess they had to breathe and inhale like you and me, the breathe of life was created so that all can breathe, just inhale and tell me the reason that you breathe, it should be to have dominion and conquer the land, air and sea, suffering from systematic deprivation causing people to be, in a situation of derealization, where you devalue yourself image not able to have courage to gain liberty so your freedom will diminish
Categories:
malcom, culture,
Form: Rhyme
"Legal Fiction "
Black Skin, dark desires.
Lewd behavior and carnage,
thus we do not achieve?
Comprehend why we are loathed, we inherited voodo that placed a hex on the moon.
Our heroes were never heroes simply zeroes, the dream of Martin Luther King, the nightmare we live in. Malcom X was a terrorist, the lies he preached terrorised the nation.
Lesions left by the whips that tried ed to discipline and tame the beasts within us.
Slavery was an intervention to free a nigga from the demons that make him a leper and an abomination to God's green earth, therefore he should be chained, victimized and eventually decapitated.
Categories:
malcom, abuse, america, color, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Due to his parents’ deaths Malcom mobilizes a new truth
Laughing and cavorting, moving in a frenzy
He is covering up his sadness with faux mirth
His essence cloaking abject melancholy
Laughing and cavorting, moving in a frenzy
Creating an illusion of complacency and acceptance
He is covering up his sadness with faux mirth
The ones closest to him pretend to believe his masquerade
Creating an illusion of complacency and acceptance
He is covering up his sadness with faux mirth
The ones closest to him pretend to believe his masquerade
Due to his parents’ deaths Malcolm mobilizes a new truth
Categories:
malcom, death, grief,
Form: Pantoum
This is a good morning
For Africa-Americans, a good morning for the world
This is a good morning
For children in Jamaica, a good morning to unfurl
The flag of the motherland
And the flag of the present land
Like a mother and a daughter
Walking to the water hole
Walking home with the cassava tray
Balanced on the brows of the day.
This is a good morning for Oshun to give praise
A good morning for poets to sing lays
A good morning for the eagle to fly
To the shining citadel in a lonely sky.
Tupac, let me tell you, brother
Mayo, let me tell you sister
Thurgood, Martin, Lincoln and Malcom
This is a good morning, for new wisdom
To chant eternal hallelujah.
Categories:
malcom, political, me, morning,
Form: Free verse
Prominent figures,
where have they all gone????
Are they on vacation????
will they ever return????
What ever happen to Malcom, Martin, Sojourner,and Ghandi??? too.
The way of the world,
leaves me puzzled,
confused.
Categories:
malcom, people
Form: I do not know?
A black man unafraid
Stand tall
Walk tall
Yeah know stroller needed to support me
I stand for something so you just can't tell me anything
Knowledge passed down from my heritage
That gave me power
Made me forever hungry
Thirst for more knowledge
Success can't even quench my thirst
Maybe want go down in black history
But want to be remebered
Not Malcom or Martin
But they both helped paved the way
They set a standard for me to follow
Day to Year
So I plan to win in this game called life
My map drawn out precisely
Nothing can get my way
Nothing can stop me
I'm your biggest fear
I'm a black man's dream
But I'm American's Worst Nightmare
Categories:
malcom, introspection, social, me, me,
Form: I do not know?