"afrocentric" poems - Hello Poetry

bindi's grace the top of her mocha forehead. wrist draped with bangles. African soul. style so Afrocentric afro so black panther fist high in the air she is black pride. she embraces the motherland with open arms and is proud of her heritage. music notes hidden in the blacks of her eye. she is music. hiphop and r&b.; tupac's lyrics ingraved on her tongue. words of left eye instilled in her brain. music gives her life. voice of an angel yet she stays mute. black ink at her fingertips and a notebook always at her side. she is a lyrisit. she is sassy. press the wrong button and she's gone for a moment but will soon comeback to earth. a beautiful quiet vibrant soul she is indeed. stubborn and mean at times but still as sweet as the refreshing taste of lemonade on a hot summers day. she is Africa. she is India. she is Haiti. she is black pride. she is music. she is poetry. she is wonderful. she is comical. she is lovely. she is classy. she is my big sister. O.Rob.

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Dec 11, 2013

Dec 11, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC

olivia-robinson

ode to tamara.

bindi's grace the top of her mocha forehead. wrist draped with bangles. African soul. style so Afrocentric afro so black panther fist high in the air she is black pride. she embraces the motherland with open arms and is proud of her heritage. music notes hidden in the blacks of her eye. she is music. hiphop and r&b.; tupac's lyrics ingraved on her tongue. words of left eye instilled in her brain. music gives her life. voice of an angel yet she stays mute. black ink at her fingertips and a notebook always at her side. she is a lyrisit. she is sassy. press the wrong button and she's gone for a moment but will soon comeback to earth. a beautiful quiet vibrant soul she is indeed. stubborn and mean at times but still as sweet as the refreshing taste of lemonade on a hot summers day. she is Africa. she is India. she is Haiti. she is black pride. she is music. she is poetry. she is wonderful. she is comical. she is lovely. she is classy. she is my big sister. O.Rob.

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I'm the Afrocentric Gift you been waiting and dying to open .., Christmas came Early just for you this year, I'm the Thoughts in ya head, Mind blowing the Essences of Sexuality, Wisdom, Knowledge and a multitude of Feminine Power, Prowling and Roaring for your affection, I'm every Women, Just not to night I don't want to share, Be my one & only.., I am the Architects building the bridges back to ya heart, My Prominent Black African King, Mr.Sexy as ya wanna be.., I Dreamed of this many times at night & also for some weeks, Thoughts of you Thought of us become " We" Teaming up and Doing What lovers do, But I want more, I want your heart too, I see it in you, the artist ;Your words caressing me, Like painting and drawing,I'm just one of your sculptures.., But I'm the centerpiece of this mental non-nocturnal dream, Your the Author writing a great masterpiece only I'm the Main character..., Chapter one we began slowly as our bodies mesh&entwined...;, Can you distinguishes between Fantasy, I'm here and these feelings are real. Lust so passionate you'd think you conjured me up from your imagination., I'm un reasonable when it comes to you, I want to give you unquestionable pleasure. Be the Concubine you desire & you shouldn't have to wait, Not tonight anyways., Come here and let me show you, Be mines...., Sacrifice yourself, Be my love salve and come away with me.., I want to give you this Delicious yet delicate sweet Afrocentric Gift! Speak into me poetically, Mentally blowing my mind , touching with words as you hurt me gently Yet pleasing my body.. take me cuz right now I'm for the taking, I'm ready and waiting, open me, for tonight I'll be your Latin mist You Puerto Rican *** , Come get drunk off my love, Let me sooth you and caress you into submission. Take what's been given. This Mix, and blend it with you , dance to my song as I open for you. I'm ready and willing to be what you want me to be. Give me pleasure release the yearning deep with in me... I'm yours ya Afrocentric Gift! Always me Ayeshah Copyrights © 1977-2010 Ayeshah(A.K.K.C.L.N) All rights reserved.

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Feb 2, 2010

Feb 2, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC

Ayeshah

Afrocentric Gift!

I'm the Afrocentric Gift you been waiting and dying to open .., Christmas came Early just for you this year, I'm the Thoughts in ya head, Mind blowing the Essences of Sexuality, Wisdom, Knowledge and a multitude of Feminine Power, Prowling and Roaring for your affection, I'm every Women, Just not to night I don't want to share, Be my one & only.., I am the Architects building the bridges back to ya heart, My Prominent Black African King, Mr.Sexy as ya wanna be.., I Dreamed of this many times at night & also for some weeks, Thoughts of you Thought of us become " We" Teaming up and Doing What lovers do, But I want more, I want your heart too, I see it in you, the artist ;Your words caressing me, Like painting and drawing,I'm just one of your sculptures.., But I'm the centerpiece of this mental non-nocturnal dream, Your the Author writing a great masterpiece only I'm the Main character..., Chapter one we began slowly as our bodies mesh&entwined...;, Can you distinguishes between Fantasy, I'm here and these feelings are real. Lust so passionate you'd think you conjured me up from your imagination., I'm un reasonable when it comes to you, I want to give you unquestionable pleasure. Be the Concubine you desire & you shouldn't have to wait, Not tonight anyways., Come here and let me show you, Be mines...., Sacrifice yourself, Be my love salve and come away with me.., I want to give you this Delicious yet delicate sweet Afrocentric Gift! Speak into me poetically, Mentally blowing my mind , touching with words as you hurt me gently Yet pleasing my body.. take me cuz right now I'm for the taking, I'm ready and waiting, open me, for tonight I'll be your Latin mist You Puerto Rican *** , Come get drunk off my love, Let me sooth you and caress you into submission. Take what's been given. This Mix, and blend it with you , dance to my song as I open for you. I'm ready and willing to be what you want me to be. Give me pleasure release the yearning deep with in me... I'm yours ya Afrocentric Gift! Always me Ayeshah Copyrights © 1977-2010 Ayeshah(A.K.K.C.L.N) All rights reserved.

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I have a question? What do you see when you look at me? A man, ***** hair, that I'm black,my croocked smile Or my poetry? I see ,when i look upon others, an empty room ,A new plain of existence just for us two. I say room because of the mental constructs that are divisions Race Nationality Class Religion Its not I'm me and you are you It should be we,banded together just to get through, Our lives. We differ by so little, Why we make the small contol us is a riddle. I have a question why do so few know of the moors? we don't know ourselves that's why we feel we need more and more. Why is it when we try and impress others we are frantic, But when I am proud of my history I'm afrocentric? I'm not pro any race unless you are talking the human race but even if thats the case the problem we face is that we feel like we are in a better place then those who live on the same plain,same world, same pace. The animals the plants we all come from the same soil and look how we've been spoiled with abundance but that does not warrent our decadence. We have to destroy these edifice Errected using false truthes, fear, blood and sacrifice. Why is so much hidden Why is the topic of civilized color forbidden? Why do you have to be better? Who are you trying to be better than? Where is the quantified data? Why can't we just be human?

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC

EnRoute

Question #2

I have a question? What do you see when you look at me? A man, ***** hair, that I'm black,my croocked smile Or my poetry? I see ,when i look upon others, an empty room ,A new plain of existence just for us two. I say room because of the mental constructs that are divisions Race Nationality Class Religion Its not I'm me and you are you It should be we,banded together just to get through, Our lives. We differ by so little, Why we make the small contol us is a riddle. I have a question why do so few know of the moors? we don't know ourselves that's why we feel we need more and more. Why is it when we try and impress others we are frantic, But when I am proud of my history I'm afrocentric? I'm not pro any race unless you are talking the human race but even if thats the case the problem we face is that we feel like we are in a better place then those who live on the same plain,same world, same pace. The animals the plants we all come from the same soil and look how we've been spoiled with abundance but that does not warrent our decadence. We have to destroy these edifice Errected using false truthes, fear, blood and sacrifice. Why is so much hidden Why is the topic of civilized color forbidden? Why do you have to be better? Who are you trying to be better than? Where is the quantified data? Why can't we just be human?

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