Taken from Wakanda rich, forced on a ship, let
the fifth amend begin, black lives for cash, moon kissed
midnight flesh driven downward, their passage last class;
into designated despair with a sting of lash.
Oppressed then separated, exasperated tears fall from blue
black faces that cry upward, into blue black places, southern
abyss, oh how long, will this go on! Forever it seems,
pain increases imagination, fueling royal blue dreams.
The best were found bathing in shekinah glory, flowing up
south the Hapi river, snatched and given no name,
soon Kings became sharecroppers, Queens became mammies,
from crowns to chains.
Categories:
mammies, black african american,
Form: Rhyme
I've been told
Children of the sun
Are as black gold
Stolen
Sold
Some wonder why they run.
Some were burned
Some have paved long roads
They've smooth rough paths
These images of God.
Black Mammies, white lips
What buffered lives so sweetly?
Why some grew and rose with tricks
Is beyond my comprehension.
Have you seen
History's wheel turning?
Rainbows grace far and wide
They do hold firm
Like aged rocks; some glitter.
But I've been told
Us earthlings are the same
Our innards fixed by God
A fountain of red
A garden of variegated colors.
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Categories:
mammies, black african american, character,
Form: Verse
hieroglyphics would have been more appealing
in epitomizing a backward spin to the ancient scenes
the heart of a glorious dynasty to have existed
a time machine of reviving words will do the trick
and pay tribute to the famed mammies
of the land that hath meaning to the word civilization
great colossal deities ushering us into the antiquities
of a man as famous as to be villained in gewish tales
footsteps trailing to his heightened heels
majestically beaming in a flock of maidens
a lengthy beard, the sovereignty of the wielder
awaiting the slaughter of a mighty emperor
another victim has fallen into the hands
of a beast that's conquered kingdoms of old
the king of the jungle stood no chance
against a dynasty as great as the Nile
held by hung-men his pale eyes cry
to the blue skies that fathered the green plains
worldly acclaimed for beastly migration
first came Samson in followed pharaoh
to boast of having slain a mighty cat,
vast seas from the splendor- lit savannahs
the gates close and we drift back into our time
call it a glance into ancient civilization
Categories:
mammies, adventure, africa,
Form: I do not know?