Negritude Poems - Poems about Negritude

...Their philosophers dehumanized our ancestors. Their missionaries demonized their humanity. Their merchants made them chattel. Whippings, rapes, amputations, For the training of wild ******* w......

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...Happy birthday, sir Loose all in praises, dear Believe you of me You are so strong Like the praise song Which makes brethren be So elated in spirit Moved with mighty hands Hovering abov......

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...I AM AFRICA I am a mother not a murderer Patronage of numerous natural resources Filled with beautiful creatures are my tropical My heritage, adorned with glorious cultures In the forest of the ......

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...Bouts of lightning flashes,swirls And lightens up the pitch, black night Of our neck of the woods Tailgated by stealthy footsteps Of growling, grunting, moaning and roaring thunder, As in gnash......

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...Negritude has been invaded, by carefully instilled dread of better change while misery endures a standing ovation Power is methodically toned down in phases, to colonise freedom… Don’t allow i......

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...Do you know what happened At 11 p.m Tuesday night I guess you must have it However much I protest- But do you know Of course you don’t: The victory of ignorance Come on! I will enlighten you I too......

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...How my raw heart raved At the news of your departure For them that can read The sands of a forlorn heart Will the rains ever come again And hover my lover back to me? I groped for the blind guide S......

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...Reflections Perchance refractions On mirror of civilization Unveiling deep furrows- Nausea of despair! Ugly shadows of innocence Haphazard ruins Harbingers to Africa. Mother Africa Unleash black ju......

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...Each voice, every night I never dream escaping away. Tonight, he opened under rain, love. Our voice - eternal gift - Over Earth sleeps on needles again... No darkness. I could answer nothing tr......

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...My days in the streets of despair took me from scanty shanties Intermittent through dreams drinking the syllables of books Cast before my eyes, I was at the bottom of nooks and crannies Hiding in ......

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...On thy breast I suck On thy belly I walk On thy hand I cluck On thy nose I cock On thy orders I talk With your knuckles I knock With your brain I fork With your tears I shock With your mo......

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