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Dark Skinned Lady

Dark Skinned Lady. the ever poised legendary beauty, granary of compassion & culture whose stunning reign sparkles the night.

Dark Skinned Lady. comandress of matriotic forces, the earthquake that shakes the pillars of racism & sexism the stream that feeds liberating consciousness

Dark skinned lady. epicenter of the ripples of Africanism. Divinity of a soul tranced by a rhythm, a rhythm forged by the beat of a drum, the drum pumping life into the veins of my Africa!

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Africa Chants

The beat of the jembe, a pulse of unity between embodiment and self. 
The seeds of Ubuntu, our grandmothers sowed in murmured displays.
The grunt of a Kudu, an imprinted bellow of pride in the herd. 
To Witness Uhuru, if conscious of self a prophecy dwells.
The Black Conscious Gurus, a pride in depression neglecting oppression. 
The Black Conscious movement the beautiful course depicting progression!

Copyright © Charcoal Nsibande | Year Posted 2015

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African Swag

My beads tell a story, shedding light on
mother Africa's Herstory.

 The
African story told by African inventory.
Without these beads I feel bare like a
breeze leaves the dandelions.

The African story told by African
inventory.

The colorful beads my ancestors wore...
Glistening beads on silky
chocolate skin. These beds we wear,
speak numerous things.
These beads tell a story of pride and self
Glory!

Copyright © Charcoal Nsibande | Year Posted 2015

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Rain Drop

Because art is a raindrop, it spreads ripples across desserts where storms cracked dry the hopes of my people. 

Because art is a raindrop, the seeds my ancestors hid deep beneath the blackness of shelter will germinate once again. 

Because art is a raindrop the walls of my tin house feed a powerful tune to the chorus that longs for freedom. 

Because art is a raindrop the young feet of the stubborn future will dance in truimph where puddles lay.

Because art is a raindrop the tyranny of scum hiding in plain sight will wash away leaving behind the pureness truth & beauty.

Because art is a raindrop we will come as one and extend our hands to hug the heavens. 

Because art is a raindrop, because in art the rains will drop, let no man dampen the relief this dropping rain seeks to bring to me and you

Copyright © Charcoal Nsibande | Year Posted 2016

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Dear Nightfall

Dear Nightfall: i anticipate your return the moment Day breaks free, for in your shadow of darkness i have learned to live free, i cannot be the man dayBreak wants me to be, i cannot be a man in a brightness exposing my misery.

In the scorching light iv survived in the shades of our memories, as the sun beats down i listen to the silent tone of your melodies, your subtle whisper empowers my voice to find a tune, the very tune crearting calm before the emotional storm.

As my soul pours out what my heart refuses to contain, as i self implode all you give me is time to explain, we speak in discretion of loud faces that torment my conscience in daylight, i speak with depression my dignity harmed by violent light. 

Exhaling with depression exhausted from constantly hoping in hopelesness, i bleed from subjection my character chained to backward reflections, i come with intention pursuing to turn ash into poetry, when deep in expression they kill my intention with brutual supression!

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Poets Adrenaline

Emotions become scent, tranced in a complex  field of  context, tranfixed in a vortex of past content, is the potent potion of hypnotic content.

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99

i have 99 complaints against this state, Iv approached the state to state my case 99 times over, if I die at 99 my complaints would flow far beyond my life and time, revolt not for you nor I but revolt because those before us gave us the baton at the number 99,  subtract a single case from 99 and pass it on for one less insult to our unborn future, I have complaints I'd love to state against this state for its my absolute right to state my claim!

Copyright © Charcoal Nsibande | Year Posted 2016


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