Negro Poems - Poems about Negro

They captured and tortured my humanity. They believed slavery and colonization would slaughter my Africanness. Their heirs now ask me to sing praises of assimilation and integration, To become yet another mop in service of the Republic of Enslaving Enlightenment. I was born free, with Africa as my sacred land. I will never bow before my oppressors. I will never celebrate...

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The new becomes old, and no one notice When the old was new, there was a motive To plan ahead and take liberation back When negros were mistreated and under attack Before then, we were royalty with a mighty purpose Before being enslaved by the ones who convinced us, we were worthless We were transformed from riches, and they took our...

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Taskmaster Sung? *****, ***** do that what masTar says; B tat Dat yo own filthy slave; *****, ***** stay on them knees; Do that, watch that masTar you must please; That spiritual yoke we've got round yo neck; Is ta lead ya, too what's bless?; Soul free Slave? MasTar mastar Yun nott mi masTar Forn whose in side me Tis my freedom Mize liberty...

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God of Abrahan, Isaac, and Jacob, God of the White Man and Indian, You are the God of the *****, who created all people of one blood. You are not divided; you are One God. The ***** was made in your image, and crowned with glory and honor. He is superior or inferior to none, but by your design, equal to all. Our...

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I am a ***** I say it with pride I cannot my colour hide its radiant blackness does glow. I am tropically designed, and from taunts I am resigned. I love my natural label, it rings my pride like a bell. My frame is black and lovely, I am feminine and curvy. My rare Baartman's curves are awesome, despite my colour being 'loathsome.' My labour in the...

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Do you see the colour of my skin? And the fire that burns in my eyes? Yes! By now you must realize, I am a strong, black man! Yes! I am a Jamaican. The rich black blood that runs through my veins, Has lit a fire into the pit of my stomach, And I feel the urge to dance, to...

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VOLUNTARY ***** if i didn’t know who I was, would I be your voluntary *****? shhh we don’t say that word anymore ***** who gave that word power? Ni**er! is that better? worse? does it make you squirm? feel uncomfortable? it doesn’t bother me until it’s uttered from the lips of those who use it to cut down to the bone i am not your voluntary ***** i do not believe i am less than...

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WHY I LOVE ***** SPIRITUALS I know why we sang those songs; Why I LOVE ***** Spirituals- I have a spiritual connection to those songs we sang. We sang out messages to the universe, and to each other, of how tired we were. Maybe this God would save us if We Told Him Our Troubles; We sang those songs to...

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(Oppressor say's)Old *****, don't you run no more; (***** says I already forgave you) (Oppressor say's) Old *****, pick up da shovel and stone; (***** says it's up to you) Move da dirt wit yo hands; ...

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If I were a songwriter in the 1867 I've would have written this old time ***** spiritual...

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Last night I was mesmerized by James Baldwin in a documentary "I Am Not Your *****" in which Baldwin reflects on Medger, Malcolm, and Martin who were shot in that order within six years of each other, all under age forty, by guns newer nationalistic leaders of the NRA would most likely celebrate for sale and use to hate, retaliate for sins of uppity last-class birth. One picture stands...

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It pirouettes in the air, the raison d'être for a black man's inimitability. Something that keeps a black man bleeding by a black man's thrust. As if by some twisted Divine stratagem, he was fated to kneel that hour, on that coast, with peeling grits grinding into his patellae, and limbs begging for shackles. A piece of mirror for a thousand shackles. I see them...

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I ‘m the ecstasy of unborn hopes and dreams The frankincense in the moon The tide in the ocean I’m the reason for the morning The pathway that leads to life I’ m the epitome of wonders yet to be known I’m the reason why the world will laugh and smile I’m the virgin source of fragile dreams The oracle that holds beauty...

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the ***** is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the reason. but i say Jesus is the reason for the devilish seasons excuse my blatant response to the evils that...

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Nur schwarzes Wasser Wie die Nacht ohne Mondschein Heute die Mandau ---------------------------------------- Only black water As a night without moonlight Today the Mandau ---------------------------------------- Sólo agua ***** Como una noche sin luna Hoy día el Mundau Note: The Mandau River is flowing through Zittau, Saxony and meets the Neisse river at the German/Polish border...

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