#blacks - Hello Poetry

What can a slave offer anyway... That's the mind of the slave masters and the slaves... What an epical irony transmuted into the genes of the future.. so says, it goes The sins of the fathers... The slave dealing of ancient times, the mill might have been removed but the wind still blows

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Sep 4, 2024

Sep 4, 2024 at 7:22 AM UTC

SanusiAyebabra

Sins of the fathers (windmill)

What can a slave offer anyway... That's the mind of the slave masters and the slaves... What an epical irony transmuted into the genes of the future.. so says, it goes The sins of the fathers... The slave dealing of ancient times, the mill might have been removed but the wind still blows

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We didn't want to be in your country In this first place, You dragged us to your country. On our backs we built the future. You called us different nasty names, Reduced us to animals Despite all the degradation We made it still. Shame on you. It's painful being you right now. The more you make us feel small The bigger we are, we define ourselves. We are real deal, we are love Of course yes, we are BLACKS

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Jun 11, 2020

Jun 11, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC

olladave

Of course yes, we are blacks

We didn't want to be in your country In this first place, You dragged us to your country. On our backs we built the future. You called us different nasty names, Reduced us to animals Despite all the degradation We made it still. Shame on you. It's painful being you right now. The more you make us feel small The bigger we are, we define ourselves. We are real deal, we are love Of course yes, we are BLACKS

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Unluckily, I am an offspring of two different genotypes, For it, I so often face the reverse apartheid by a faction, That faction particular is omnipresent in this nation. Unseemingly, extremely patriotic I do feel except during cricket, They look, at my face and deduce that I am not one of them, That I speak their tongue more eloquently doesn't count.. Up North, they think that my nose is a bit like a Dravidian, But down South, they often think that I am an Aryan, That boycotts me in this land of the Indian nation...

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC

Atul

diehtrapA

Unluckily, I am an offspring of two different genotypes, For it, I so often face the reverse apartheid by a faction, That faction particular is omnipresent in this nation. Unseemingly, extremely patriotic I do feel except during cricket, They look, at my face and deduce that I am not one of them, That I speak their tongue more eloquently doesn't count.. Up North, they think that my nose is a bit like a Dravidian, But down South, they often think that I am an Aryan, That boycotts me in this land of the Indian nation...

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For 21 days I saw changes wrought by the freedom of 22 years Secrets of razor wire straight and taut Speak of those who continue to fear I saw nature’s beauty in land and face As black heel continues to rise Via school, ambition they prep for the race Even as secretly despised What’s changed in Soweto? I did not live But photos and newsreels survive Pictures of shanties bulldozed to give Whites room to extend their hives Now malls; monuments to white retail Built on Mandiba’s words Polished chrome and marble hail “Happy” workers in a black-faced world Monuments ringed with vendors tribal Carved goods for sale and cheap The rands they make do not rival What multi-nationals’ continue to reap Happiness is shallow until sundown When the curtain of decorum lifts Showing reality’s new shanty-town Where space and plumbing are gifts I wonder if He would be okay Seeing his people so used As pawns for labor with little say As black is seldom excused The young know the time is now As old hatred’s in shallow graves To be unearthed by book and plow Keeping dreams from stunting and fade

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Oct 12, 2016

Oct 12, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC

gwen-davis-feldman

SOUTH AFRICA - POST APARTHEID

For 21 days I saw changes wrought by the freedom of 22 years Secrets of razor wire straight and taut Speak of those who continue to fear I saw nature’s beauty in land and face As black heel continues to rise Via school, ambition they prep for the race Even as secretly despised What’s changed in Soweto? I did not live But photos and newsreels survive Pictures of shanties bulldozed to give Whites room to extend their hives Now malls; monuments to white retail Built on Mandiba’s words Polished chrome and marble hail “Happy” workers in a black-faced world Monuments ringed with vendors tribal Carved goods for sale and cheap The rands they make do not rival What multi-nationals’ continue to reap Happiness is shallow until sundown When the curtain of decorum lifts Showing reality’s new shanty-town Where space and plumbing are gifts I wonder if He would be okay Seeing his people so used As pawns for labor with little say As black is seldom excused The young know the time is now As old hatred’s in shallow graves To be unearthed by book and plow Keeping dreams from stunting and fade

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Being one to sit in judgement of the black, white, the gay or Arab, To judge another upon history of failures, of isolated events. Should one "remain a black man or black woman" when "Everyone" is "sick of their antics," only focusing on the Negative, a few compared to the whole in madhouse protest? Should I see that gays are unfit for marriage, service, children, Or other things just because of the background of the few? Shall I wrap myself in this ignorance, and let us give into this? Rather than except them in whole? Do blacks simply walk around Town and all alone turn everything upside down? Does a ghetto "Grow" in their wake? Do we not cradle this evil view, this sinister Racist hate? Do we not point the finger of blame at the blacks for Having to fly our confederate flags again and again, clearly not In any manner displaying any white love for them? Shall we believe One bad Apple spoils the bunch, even if there is one in every Crowd, so it seems we must remove all who are in their presence, Yet have nothing to do with their practice? PEOPLE DO...

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Sep 2, 2016

Sep 2, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC

alan-s-bailey

Real Love (And Actual Ignorance)

Being one to sit in judgement of the black, white, the gay or Arab, To judge another upon history of failures, of isolated events. Should one "remain a black man or black woman" when "Everyone" is "sick of their antics," only focusing on the Negative, a few compared to the whole in madhouse protest? Should I see that gays are unfit for marriage, service, children, Or other things just because of the background of the few? Shall I wrap myself in this ignorance, and let us give into this? Rather than except them in whole? Do blacks simply walk around Town and all alone turn everything upside down? Does a ghetto "Grow" in their wake? Do we not cradle this evil view, this sinister Racist hate? Do we not point the finger of blame at the blacks for Having to fly our confederate flags again and again, clearly not In any manner displaying any white love for them? Shall we believe One bad Apple spoils the bunch, even if there is one in every Crowd, so it seems we must remove all who are in their presence, Yet have nothing to do with their practice? PEOPLE DO...

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There were no blacks In our part of town No Asians, no Latinos None of them around. There were Italians, They were treated well. But anyone of color Might run into hell. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Whenever movies showed A crowd of good folk They were all Caucasian And this is not a joke. I was raised on TV shows Like Lassie and ****** And there were no blacks Living near the Cleavers. There was no understanding Of life for any non-whites. When I grew up I saw That little I learned was right. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Whenever movies showed A crowd of good folk They were all Caucasian And this is not a joke. There were radio stations then Where black music could not play. They had to get around that Some other sneaky way. That’s how we got Elvis, To fill that gaping lack. He got his first opportunity Because he sounded black. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Maybe it will change someday When we all celebrate The diversity of humanity. Wouldn’t that be great?

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Jun 3, 2016

Jun 3, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

PASTEL AMERICA

There were no blacks In our part of town No Asians, no Latinos None of them around. There were Italians, They were treated well. But anyone of color Might run into hell. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Whenever movies showed A crowd of good folk They were all Caucasian And this is not a joke. I was raised on TV shows Like Lassie and ****** And there were no blacks Living near the Cleavers. There was no understanding Of life for any non-whites. When I grew up I saw That little I learned was right. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Whenever movies showed A crowd of good folk They were all Caucasian And this is not a joke. There were radio stations then Where black music could not play. They had to get around that Some other sneaky way. That’s how we got Elvis, To fill that gaping lack. He got his first opportunity Because he sounded black. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Maybe it will change someday When we all celebrate The diversity of humanity. Wouldn’t that be great?

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Me: What can what can i do Too many people wishing you were dead, (Do all that you can when you can do) What can i do now I hit rock bottom from the sky, Cuz they go all crazy when i shine Am so lucky that i didnt break my head Am strong enough for the life ahead, Never want them back They stabb yah back, Backbite yah back, orchestrate ya sorrows Today and tommorrow Like it alot when you go wrong But we been friends for so **** long My failure is the source of there laughter But when together they be acting luster Guess now ill run even faster, Run even Faster pray even harder ******** Tryn harder to hurt me further, like my deadbeat father, Nolonger givn a **** bout what i feel But still im stronger like steel, See i aint even wrong them, I wonder why they do what they do What can what can i do Too many people wishing you were dead, (Do all that you can when you can do) What can i do now Turn my other cheek no I rise above them all now (Do all that you can when you can do) Remember them days back when i didnt mind my back, My backpack full o packed coke we be runnin them blocks cuz we blacks never relaying on luck i pick mosta them and the likes cut them some slack in my shack cuz they lackd, We made a whole new home They swore to never place greed before a ****** reciding them creeds like eminem, before what we did in em streets to pull through, my crew my life we cruise We win we lose we floz We never ceased to love Is it too late...but it dawned on me it wasnt real What can what can i do Too many people wishing you were dead, (Do all that you can when you can do) What can i do now Turn my other cheek no I rise above them all now (Do all that you can when you can do) We split tha ways cuz i wanted legit, no more fakin it ,a **** with a conscience look for a license protect the streets i raided cuz they raised me Never place greed before a ****** is the creed we wrote you broke no longer broke you rich now but still robe the streets the many throats you slit for cults it occurred i hadto leave I did the time for yall as you balled cuz i loved you all and you know how i loved Ael as her head you popped with them bullets The same bullets i taught you to shoot Give you the other cheek you sick,you know, i had no other chic but Ael you weak freaks Stick to them halls cuz im comin fo yer, ill break my vows for her Sending…

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC

andrewjuma

the broken creed

Me: What can what can i do Too many people wishing you were dead, (Do all that you can when you can do) What can i do now I hit rock bottom from the sky, Cuz they go all crazy when i shine Am so lucky that i didnt break my head Am strong enough for the life ahead, Never want them back They stabb yah back, Backbite yah back, orchestrate ya sorrows Today and tommorrow Like it alot when you go wrong But we been friends for so **** long My failure is the source of there laughter But when together they be acting luster Guess now ill run even faster, Run even Faster pray even harder ******** Tryn harder to hurt me further, like my deadbeat father, Nolonger givn a **** bout what i feel But still im stronger like steel, See i aint even wrong them, I wonder why they do what they do What can what can i do Too many people wishing you were dead, (Do all that you can when you can do) What can i do now Turn my other cheek no I rise above them all now (Do all that you can when you can do) Remember them days back when i didnt mind my back, My backpack full o packed coke we be runnin them blocks cuz we blacks never relaying on luck i pick mosta them and the likes cut them some slack in my shack cuz they lackd, We made a whole new home They swore to never place greed before a ****** reciding them creeds like eminem, before what we did in em streets to pull through, my crew my life we cruise We win we lose we floz We never ceased to love Is it too late...but it dawned on me it wasnt real What can what can i do Too many people wishing you were dead, (Do all that you can when you can do) What can i do now Turn my other cheek no I rise above them all now (Do all that you can when you can do) We split tha ways cuz i wanted legit, no more fakin it ,a **** with a conscience look for a license protect the streets i raided cuz they raised me Never place greed before a ****** is the creed we wrote you broke no longer broke you rich now but still robe the streets the many throats you slit for cults it occurred i hadto leave I did the time for yall as you balled cuz i loved you all and you know how i loved Ael as her head you popped with them bullets The same bullets i taught you to shoot Give you the other cheek you sick,you know, i had no other chic but Ael you weak freaks Stick to them halls cuz im comin fo yer, ill break my vows for her Sending…

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She hangs upon the ladder, looking out on all of her glorious creations, This sun that beats down upon her, she cringes at the pain of it, Stinging sweat slides all along the sides of her face of newborn nation Grand things she has promised, although she would build a monument To honour the dead who fought valiantly to protect their land, Their new found supposed right to enslave. And also don't forget their brave new world of uneducated ****** all-in-the family goodness, "un-needed" liberation of Innocent blacks. Those unlawful ne'er do wells! She would fight To keep them all to herself and her bidding, even to the grave! *While in truth they have not committed any absolute crimes, Like their ancestors-nor any reason why they are doing hard time.*

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Oct 6, 2015

Oct 6, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC

alan-s-bailey

The Southern Witch

She hangs upon the ladder, looking out on all of her glorious creations, This sun that beats down upon her, she cringes at the pain of it, Stinging sweat slides all along the sides of her face of newborn nation Grand things she has promised, although she would build a monument To honour the dead who fought valiantly to protect their land, Their new found supposed right to enslave. And also don't forget their brave new world of uneducated ****** all-in-the family goodness, "un-needed" liberation of Innocent blacks. Those unlawful ne'er do wells! She would fight To keep them all to herself and her bidding, even to the grave! *While in truth they have not committed any absolute crimes, Like their ancestors-nor any reason why they are doing hard time.*

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Black people are wonderful! Some of my best friends are black. White people are just great too, They aren't all greedy or "on crack." So why is it that we can't all feel this way? Good and bad, right and wrong, and how We are all a part of this truth all along, That we all have some part that needs to be fixed, No humans were made without any faults or wrong, It's all for the best, we're all wonderful-if the ignorant Would just get to know them better-it's only a thing That needs to be addressed, not to hold one ethnic Color or another to follow a set of rules to the letter.

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC

alan-s-bailey

DMLK Jr.'s Dream And Baltimore

Black people are wonderful! Some of my best friends are black. White people are just great too, They aren't all greedy or "on crack." So why is it that we can't all feel this way? Good and bad, right and wrong, and how We are all a part of this truth all along, That we all have some part that needs to be fixed, No humans were made without any faults or wrong, It's all for the best, we're all wonderful-if the ignorant Would just get to know them better-it's only a thing That needs to be addressed, not to hold one ethnic Color or another to follow a set of rules to the letter.

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Everybody now! Don't let me brainwash you Don't let me brainwash you Don't let me brainwash you Don't let me brainwash you Don't let me brainwash you Don't let me brainwash you Don't let them brainwa-sh you You can let them be you You can let them be you and live inside your skin your wallet your house your cellphone inside your opinion your death your casket your hate Hate gays Hate blacks Hate countries no wait don't hate them they're alright now we can appreciate the ideas oh wait no that's not right don't like them, now LOOKDOWNATYOURLAP NOWBACKUP LETMESEEYOUREYES, SOLDIER DON'TSHOOTYET and (so on) and (so forth) c'mon, party people!

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC

r0b0t

God Bless

Everybody now! Don't let me brainwash you Don't let me brainwash you Don't let me brainwash you Don't let me brainwash you Don't let me brainwash you Don't let me brainwash you Don't let them brainwa-sh you You can let them be you You can let them be you and live inside your skin your wallet your house your cellphone inside your opinion your death your casket your hate Hate gays Hate blacks Hate countries no wait don't hate them they're alright now we can appreciate the ideas oh wait no that's not right don't like them, now LOOKDOWNATYOURLAP NOWBACKUP LETMESEEYOUREYES, SOLDIER DON'TSHOOTYET and (so on) and (so forth) c'mon, party people!

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Why try to belong To something You have never known? Distant lands Unwelcoming arms I have gone. hatred met bitterness darkness has grown. Homeless in a home is her personal song singing these truths writing these wrongs. Be yourself Even if that person Is a stranger Not owning it is a far more Evil danger.

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC

zinalisha

******* in America

Why try to belong To something You have never known? Distant lands Unwelcoming arms I have gone. hatred met bitterness darkness has grown. Homeless in a home is her personal song singing these truths writing these wrongs. Be yourself Even if that person Is a stranger Not owning it is a far more Evil danger.

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