#bhm - Hello Poetry

And looked in contempt, resentment and fear for my future For the belief that it may limit me Was instilled in me by the world To think that my potential for greatness would be overshadowed by it coming from a black woman I am better than those who would use me as a comparison to those who are lesser and paler I shall not be labeled and confined to the means of black history I am history Sure I am black, Sure I am a woman, But above all, I am somebody you will remember for my life and it’s magnitude. As a scholar, a friend, and as a writer I will not be remembered a black woman but as me

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Feb 14

Feb 14, 2026 at 11:52 PM UTC

Ky1

Ive dawned upon my skin

And looked in contempt, resentment and fear for my future For the belief that it may limit me Was instilled in me by the world To think that my potential for greatness would be overshadowed by it coming from a black woman I am better than those who would use me as a comparison to those who are lesser and paler I shall not be labeled and confined to the means of black history I am history Sure I am black, Sure I am a woman, But above all, I am somebody you will remember for my life and it’s magnitude. As a scholar, a friend, and as a writer I will not be remembered a black woman but as me

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I read about the America of the past. America is bound to two cycles. You either achieve your dreams or you’re stuck. America can only go as far as its people. People can find dreams in America. You’re born: you can dream. You’re raised: you can dream. You’ve grown: you can still dream. Born into the wrong place? You can still find dreams in America. Struggle, and it’s worth it. It’s all the same. You’re born: you can dream. You’re raised: you can dream. You’ve grown: you can still dream. Tomorrow, you’ll be at the table. Even if you’re a darker brother. You’re destined to achieve great things, Yet you’re starting from the bottom. Build yourself, Wake up, Work up. Up is the only place you can go. In America, you get what you deserve. Don't let the struggle drag you down. In America, they’ll see how beautiful you are.

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Feb 12, 2024

Feb 12, 2024 at 8:25 AM UTC

AngelEyes

Hello America

I read about the America of the past. America is bound to two cycles. You either achieve your dreams or you’re stuck. America can only go as far as its people. People can find dreams in America. You’re born: you can dream. You’re raised: you can dream. You’ve grown: you can still dream. Born into the wrong place? You can still find dreams in America. Struggle, and it’s worth it. It’s all the same. You’re born: you can dream. You’re raised: you can dream. You’ve grown: you can still dream. Tomorrow, you’ll be at the table. Even if you’re a darker brother. You’re destined to achieve great things, Yet you’re starting from the bottom. Build yourself, Wake up, Work up. Up is the only place you can go. In America, you get what you deserve. Don't let the struggle drag you down. In America, they’ll see how beautiful you are.

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Ain’t a hard, ***** brown shell (Not a veneer covering that I’m lost) Ain’t any edible white liquor inside me (My black roots stops me from being uprooted) Ain’t just colour for an outer layer (The proudness that comes with being a god) Ain’t no coconut, I’m being me (Without using your stupid stereotype to judge my blackness by)

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Feb 18, 2021

Feb 18, 2021 at 3:00 PM UTC

coffee-with-cream

Coconut? No!

Ain’t a hard, ***** brown shell (Not a veneer covering that I’m lost) Ain’t any edible white liquor inside me (My black roots stops me from being uprooted) Ain’t just colour for an outer layer (The proudness that comes with being a god) Ain’t no coconut, I’m being me (Without using your stupid stereotype to judge my blackness by)

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Black girl roots. Black girl magic, stemming from their black girl roots. From their magical skin, full lips and hips, beautiful roots of their hair Is the genetic anatomy of a black female that incomprehensible? Full lips on display lined with collagen filled comments, the peanut gallery of social media filled with distasteful outrage by the same things they inject to achieve yet, riots on social media streets over the distasteful cultural misappropriation of all that is black yet, It's distasteful to live somewhere, to live here, beautiful islands bathed in sun and filled with black people that aren't even conscious of their background...that aren't conscious of their 'blackness'. To be so ashamed of their blackness. Their very roots. Ashamed of their roots. What a time to be ignorant Trevor. Black History Month is now, yet there’s a rampage to eradicate the very aesthetics of blackness rather than appreciate them. Dear colonialized principal of C.R. Walker High School, quit. Dr. Claudius Roland Walker, the school’s namesake, built a hotel for blacks who were being discriminated against and I imagine he would build a coffin for your revulsion of all things black, We’ve moved past your self-hate and the disdain you have for your very roots. Black hair is beautiful and can never be unkempt. Let me say that again. Black hair is beautiful and can never be unkempt. Black hair is a statement that you and nobody that inhabits this dying planet has the authority to deem untidy or inappropriate. It took our ancestors far too long to comb through fields of complications the root being wearing their natural hair and through natural hair movements to have some nescient minded leader deem it disheveled. Our roots have permitted our black skin magic, we absorb the rays of the sun, magicians, and for my final trick, watch my skin glow like gold dripping like wet paint onto a canvas of unfinished art left behind by our old souls. Oh my black people, a juxtaposition of media sensationalism led by governmental lies, descendents of slave owners insisting that our black hair is something to be ashamed of, it seems we have our heads so far up our own ***** we're getting too used to the essence of sh-t. Then the chant goes up, the battle cry, "This isn't the United States, there's no misogyny, there's no racism, there's no-" Shut-up. "Are you angry?" No, I'm black and I'm angry! Our mindsets rooted in the prevalence of self hatred, leaves of mighty oaks desperate to remove themselves from their very roots, requesting emancipation from the very ones that have us enslaved, begging to be cut loose from the European hand consciously and subconsciously unshackling the left as we tie the right. but where are you going? When has a plant ever survived without its roots? How dare we neglect the nutrients our ancestors left behind and chase the suicidal pesticide made to eradicate our total being? Dear god if you're listening, as the cry of former sages went up I also cry, emancipate yourselves from mental slavery and take me back to my golden home, where I belong. Take me back to the very roots I am taught to be ashamed of, so that I may feel the energy of what once was. Take me back so that I may cultivate my roots. Take me back so that I may live to tell the truth. Just take me back. My people deserve the truth as I find them in the lie, smearing the proverbial “creamy crack” on hair and skin, My people deserve more than a painted picture of Cesare Borgia Son Of Alexander Pope 6 as Jesus. My people deserve to know that Jesus was black and that the Catholics were snakes in the grass abusing their power during their time of reign. Uh oh, the snaps got quiet. Oh but my people deserve to know that perceived infallible Bible they see today has been edited and destroyed to hide the secrets. Why? When mama and grammy worship pictures of “Jesus”, why wouldn’t white be right? Jesus in the pictures mama, he’s a white man, he has straight hair, he’s the savior, aren’t we supposed to be just like him? but Little black girl with your, black girl magic and your, magical skin, full lips and hips, beautiful roots of your hair your crown, your skin, is beautiful. Your roots are strong.

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC

TraIsDEAD

Journal Entry #4 Black Magic

Black girl roots. Black girl magic, stemming from their black girl roots. From their magical skin, full lips and hips, beautiful roots of their hair Is the genetic anatomy of a black female that incomprehensible? Full lips on display lined with collagen filled comments, the peanut gallery of social media filled with distasteful outrage by the same things they inject to achieve yet, riots on social media streets over the distasteful cultural misappropriation of all that is black yet, It's distasteful to live somewhere, to live here, beautiful islands bathed in sun and filled with black people that aren't even conscious of their background...that aren't conscious of their 'blackness'. To be so ashamed of their blackness. Their very roots. Ashamed of their roots. What a time to be ignorant Trevor. Black History Month is now, yet there’s a rampage to eradicate the very aesthetics of blackness rather than appreciate them. Dear colonialized principal of C.R. Walker High School, quit. Dr. Claudius Roland Walker, the school’s namesake, built a hotel for blacks who were being discriminated against and I imagine he would build a coffin for your revulsion of all things black, We’ve moved past your self-hate and the disdain you have for your very roots. Black hair is beautiful and can never be unkempt. Let me say that again. Black hair is beautiful and can never be unkempt. Black hair is a statement that you and nobody that inhabits this dying planet has the authority to deem untidy or inappropriate. It took our ancestors far too long to comb through fields of complications the root being wearing their natural hair and through natural hair movements to have some nescient minded leader deem it disheveled. Our roots have permitted our black skin magic, we absorb the rays of the sun, magicians, and for my final trick, watch my skin glow like gold dripping like wet paint onto a canvas of unfinished art left behind by our old souls. Oh my black people, a juxtaposition of media sensationalism led by governmental lies, descendents of slave owners insisting that our black hair is something to be ashamed of, it seems we have our heads so far up our own ***** we're getting too used to the essence of sh-t. Then the chant goes up, the battle cry, "This isn't the United States, there's no misogyny, there's no racism, there's no-" Shut-up. "Are you angry?" No, I'm black and I'm angry! Our mindsets rooted in the prevalence of self hatred, leaves of mighty oaks desperate to remove themselves from their very roots, requesting emancipation from the very ones that have us enslaved, begging to be cut loose from the European hand consciously and subconsciously unshackling the left as we tie the right. but where are you going? When has a plant ever survived without its roots? How dare we neglect the nutrients our ancestors left behind and chase the suicidal pesticide made to eradicate our total being? Dear god if you're listening, as the cry of former sages went up I also cry, emancipate yourselves from mental slavery and take me back to my golden home, where I belong. Take me back to the very roots I am taught to be ashamed of, so that I may feel the energy of what once was. Take me back so that I may cultivate my roots. Take me back so that I may live to tell the truth. Just take me back. My people deserve the truth as I find them in the lie, smearing the proverbial “creamy crack” on hair and skin, My people deserve more than a painted picture of Cesare Borgia Son Of Alexander Pope 6 as Jesus. My people deserve to know that Jesus was black and that the Catholics were snakes in the grass abusing their power during their time of reign. Uh oh, the snaps got quiet. Oh but my people deserve to know that perceived infallible Bible they see today has been edited and destroyed to hide the secrets. Why? When mama and grammy worship pictures of “Jesus”, why wouldn’t white be right? Jesus in the pictures mama, he’s a white man, he has straight hair, he’s the savior, aren’t we supposed to be just like him? but Little black girl with your, black girl magic and your, magical skin, full lips and hips, beautiful roots of your hair your crown, your skin, is beautiful. Your roots are strong.

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Black on black on black on black Wood tar pitched and shackled back Back to back to back to back Paid in full no matter man fact priceless pain packed pickings to rack crack the back of blacks to stack paper to pay to paper for play and man Who's black backs crack and snap Crack sha clack to crack to Sha clack Blood and labor and words no savior On roads and rails and rocks on street blocks Laws to wrap the black lack in locks dread locks and cops and knocks and knots Locks and laws and loops from logs backlogged black laws closed jaws and halls freedom is someone who knows the walls You live you learn you see no turn so learn to know no way to earn lose your job your home your wife A way of life is guns and strife knot in back no friend but lack black on black on black on black Run from hoods in hoods and hide when the moon is full in a land of lies Sun by day means mad men by night Free from chains but not from spite for them deny and then deny deny deny deny deny Washed away with whittle white sight We musta been wrong when white is right Cops on blocks in shops and hops Watch for the Man on beat on stops Crack on corners and broke back moms peddle from job to job then sob Mom and Dad Divorced by workforce Paid pennies *** many "Too dim of Course!" Get back, You black, No Slack, Take That can't pay em the same they'll ruin our aim For Good and Power and money to reign From hungry to dummy to nummy and slain held down by Presidents Planters and Pain The Pain so well ingrained in brain So train a child the way to grow Get Money, Get Power, Get Good to Go Get Smart was said, but a hard road to *** Some Rattle some Crackle some Dream some Battle Moving the movement by Marching the Capital But capital got capped and Anger got tapped burning the bridges extended tween US When Fed help medicate minds but menial The gun clap on black when black on back burn the bridge we all worked to track but silent echoes sha clack sha clack Attack is back so black react We gamble on gravity with coin of Change knowing the game ain't geared for gain ignore the lack of footing in rain For certain it's curtains yet playing the same blinders on, triggers on, surprise when maimed Forgotten the root so strange fruit ain't strange Aged in grief raged in street surprise when lame, inflamed, in heat We old in defeat deranged and weak should have been focused on governing seats Youth forgot when work was sought In a world wide web the mind was bought Trapped in chains unseen yet wrought To dream is deemed an impure thought Wonder why kids abandoned the plot A dream deferred is a dream forgot When truth repeats the gears don't stop When voting is bought the truth gets locked in cycles, in history, in catch phrase, then plop! Black and White in Chains Distraught Distraught no thought with teeth dry rot the lot has rot and lost its hot Slavery Antiquity and Dreaming De' mode' Truth is Questioned and Fiction la Mode' Truth is Fact too black for show So Back too Black to Act just mold Anger and fear our coal to hold remember regret, let go, too bold So revolt loose canary for gold too late to leap the mind will fold the future looks cold so cold so cold but the dice we roll and roll and roll... But Why? When Blacks in Stacks in Fear; The Facts.

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Feb 8, 2016

Feb 8, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

Blacks in stacks in fear in fact

Black on black on black on black Wood tar pitched and shackled back Back to back to back to back Paid in full no matter man fact priceless pain packed pickings to rack crack the back of blacks to stack paper to pay to paper for play and man Who's black backs crack and snap Crack sha clack to crack to Sha clack Blood and labor and words no savior On roads and rails and rocks on street blocks Laws to wrap the black lack in locks dread locks and cops and knocks and knots Locks and laws and loops from logs backlogged black laws closed jaws and halls freedom is someone who knows the walls You live you learn you see no turn so learn to know no way to earn lose your job your home your wife A way of life is guns and strife knot in back no friend but lack black on black on black on black Run from hoods in hoods and hide when the moon is full in a land of lies Sun by day means mad men by night Free from chains but not from spite for them deny and then deny deny deny deny deny Washed away with whittle white sight We musta been wrong when white is right Cops on blocks in shops and hops Watch for the Man on beat on stops Crack on corners and broke back moms peddle from job to job then sob Mom and Dad Divorced by workforce Paid pennies *** many "Too dim of Course!" Get back, You black, No Slack, Take That can't pay em the same they'll ruin our aim For Good and Power and money to reign From hungry to dummy to nummy and slain held down by Presidents Planters and Pain The Pain so well ingrained in brain So train a child the way to grow Get Money, Get Power, Get Good to Go Get Smart was said, but a hard road to *** Some Rattle some Crackle some Dream some Battle Moving the movement by Marching the Capital But capital got capped and Anger got tapped burning the bridges extended tween US When Fed help medicate minds but menial The gun clap on black when black on back burn the bridge we all worked to track but silent echoes sha clack sha clack Attack is back so black react We gamble on gravity with coin of Change knowing the game ain't geared for gain ignore the lack of footing in rain For certain it's curtains yet playing the same blinders on, triggers on, surprise when maimed Forgotten the root so strange fruit ain't strange Aged in grief raged in street surprise when lame, inflamed, in heat We old in defeat deranged and weak should have been focused on governing seats Youth forgot when work was sought In a world wide web the mind was bought Trapped in chains unseen yet wrought To dream is deemed an impure thought Wonder why kids abandoned the plot A dream deferred is a dream forgot When truth repeats the gears don't stop When voting is bought the truth gets locked in cycles, in history, in catch phrase, then plop! Black and White in Chains Distraught Distraught no thought with teeth dry rot the lot has rot and lost its hot Slavery Antiquity and Dreaming De' mode' Truth is Questioned and Fiction la Mode' Truth is Fact too black for show So Back too Black to Act just mold Anger and fear our coal to hold remember regret, let go, too bold So revolt loose canary for gold too late to leap the mind will fold the future looks cold so cold so cold but the dice we roll and roll and roll... But Why? When Blacks in Stacks in Fear; The Facts.

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