Cry
We shed the tears for the days gone by For those who have transitioned on For those who lived a full life And for those who never had a chance to Cry tears of joy for those who watched over us Who
Category Archives: History
Poetry about the noted past!
Prisoner of my own mind
How do I survive Taken from my home Chained head to toe To live in a land foreign to me Speaking in a language I dont understand Beaten at a whim because they feel inferior Sodomizing me to break me down I
The sit in
February 1, 1960 Greensboro, North Carolina Woolworths lunch counter 4 college students The Greensboro 4 4 black young men Determined to end segregation Sat at a counter They would not leave until they were served They would not leave They returned the
Growing up black in amerika
Growing up black in amerika A 400 year journey From the of Africa To the shores of the east coast Our history is an enigma inside a conundrum Brought here against our will Pitted one against another House versus field negroes Lighter
PRECOGNITION
PRECOGNITION floetry by MaNGOD I spotted the sails on the big waters and I knew the three headed demon was onboard In that instance I saw My bredren who’d forgotten their ancestors not by choice There were stolen creations, Aboriginal devastation, conflagration
Silent Mourning (For Kalief Browder: May 25, 1993 – June 6, 2015)
Soon… Under the ancient Sun Over my transformed Son A man offering a benediction Born of malevolence Will say ceremoniously – “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…” Queuing the so-called Beginning to my end The end – marking the forever parting
The old lion is gone
The old lion is gone Our protector rests with the ancestors Who now watches over us Who now is our conscious Who will speak the truth Even if its something we dont want to hear Who will make us see the light
I reminisce
I reminisce over the ones gone before The ancestors, those who paved the way Those who were spit upon, called all names Those who died trying I reminisce over rosa parks Sweet, demure, with a backbone of steel With one simple gesture
Ancestral Curse
Ancestral Curse I am the daughter of my fear, It raises me to be vigilant Carrying the bags of her past Weighs me down Holding me down, Drowning me in self-doubt I am the granddaughter of my hurt, I have carried decades
LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS (and other assorted government funded drug and biological ops)
LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMINDS (and other assorted government funded drug and biological ops) floetry by MaNGOD A government for the people, by the people… Should they be doing secret drug and biological experiments on the people? You don’t rule
The third eye(Birmingham revisited)
As i slumber… Im sitting in church in Birmingham Alabama Its a quiet sunday morning I never realized that in the next few minutes All hell would break loose BOOM! The church rose up from its foundation Shook as if the hand
The third eye (BWS revisited)
A black man. A white woman A tryst gone wrong Rape she said Consenting adults he said Black wall street in peril I can feel the hatred flowing Hang the nigger some say I cant let this happen We wont let this
Reflections 5
Hoping to be free No longer a slave Born to be kings Not kept like an animal Pacing around in a cage Singing songs of freedom To take the underground railroad leaving at the next full moon To the north we go
Greenwood Archer and Pine
96 years ago, a travesty took place A community bombed, burned from existence They called it Greenwood, archer, and pine We called it black wall street In 12 hours, 35 blocks gone Because of a black boy, a white girl A newspaper
The Forgotten Cotton
I have No Field of Lilies Only Cotton Flowers that Bloom When I dance Nurtured and watered by By Bloody Fingers that drip from being pricked Twirl Spin and Fly High Gravity is my Sky For I am unable to be