The darker the berry the sweeter the seeds
plant them because you sow what you reap.
My skin is magical you see...for I am a special kind of breed.
When I'm in the sun my melanin boils, plus heat is good for my ***** coils.
A shade darker I've just became...
From honey brown to a cocoa shade.
Time to untwist my bantu knots and free my natural fro.
The curly crown of victory as my melanin glows. I strut through the grasslands in tune with my inner goddess. My legs are thick and long, so now its time to flaunt this.
shaking my hair from left to right & pump my fist in the air.
Wish I was alive in the civil rights, but then I wouldn't be hear.
People they envy my complexion, they wish they had my perfection. But honestly you can't hate on something God gave.
Melanin queen, you reign in the lands.
Zion queen, lets do a foreign dance.
Melanin runs within my veins and pores.
Melanin I love to be, I'm wading
in the shores.

the dutch colony ascended on our shores
replacing traditional african education on culture
with teaching slaves how to pray

we saw the deterioration of black schools
and state-mandated segregated curricula
whites being taught better than blacks
who was only destined for subservient jobs

policies of apartheid birthed the bantu education
and later forced us to learn languages
which was not our native tongue
the youth could no longer be silenced
soweto uprising saw them dying for the cause

we have protested throughout the decades
silenced by the apartheid government
simply ignored

with Mandela’s release we saw liberation, freedom, democracy
and a single education system, we were finally equal
however the legacy of black inferior education left a deep scar
which has still not healed
our parents not able to give us the education they were denied

now students are holding the government accountable
who promised free education for a vote
the movement trending as #feesmustfall

anger expressed by burning premises, striking and rioting
i believe in the cause but who are you really hurting?
why destroy the very universities that you are fighting for?

Players,
Upon people’s weaknesses they play.
Tramplers,
Upon people’s happiness they trample upon.

They preach,
Oh they preach,
Preachers of men,
Preaching their manifestos.

Their mass oppressions,
A whipstroke of slavery,
Keeping freedom away,
Allowing unspoken speeches.

Mr. Government!
Your planting of truth,
Yet acting lies,
Like Lucifer upon earth.

Our lost lands,
The cornering of leaders.
Our cherished freedom,
The bounds of greedy mortals.

Their moral compass,
A dumpling for gutters.
The words of restructuring,
A lie they tell to sleep at night.

The revolting of souls,
A bribery round the corner.
The dawn of a new day,
A shutting down of a never casted dye.

The Bantu they throw at us,
An education of their disloyalty.
Equality they preach,
Yet enjoying the fruits of our labour.

Our heroes past,
A burden dropped,
To be forgotten,
Yet remembered for belly sake.

Me, My belly and I,
A stomach infrastructure,
Catering only to the rich,
Yet diminishing the poor.

The controllers of affairs,
Dictating one’s future
Offering obedient slaves,
A slaughtering for their ****** souls.

Their theatre signatory,
A passing for comedy.
Our leaders,
A legacy of betrayal.

The citations of a bad fruit,
Their forever plantings,
Bringing over odour,
Of sadness and slavery.

An act of niceness,
Yet taking my bones at every given chance.
Giving us no choice,
Yet claiming we have no bounds.

Stirring us along
Giving us hope
Talking of a bright light,
Yet sinking in your treacherous torture.

Stealing of freedom from our lips
Pushing us into the dark quarters
Digging our early graves,
Yet cometh like a Redeemer.

Telling us of your democracy,
Yet ripping off our fundamental rights.
Your dictatorship,
Creating our unfree society.

Coming out,
Telling us of our victorious times,
A bribery to generations,
Yet helping to dig out graves.

Giving heart-warming patriotic speeches
Telling us not to be afraid,
Portraying tunnels of hope,
A bribery we didn’t reject.

Your illusion of a god-complex
Crushing everything in your path
Giving false hope
A mockery we carry on our foreheads

Our daily tyrants,
Walking freely,
Taking slaves,
Yet leaving no man to rise.

We envisaged a better tomorrow
Leaving the past behind
Creating new dreams
A dream you cut short

Our pens as placards
Establishing dictatorship
Safeguarding a revolution
Writing hopes of tomorrow

Your speeches
Bringing apathetic graves
Letting out your brutality
Showing life’s forces

You stand on the hill
Shouting your command
We all gather in fear
Singing silently “dictatorship free us now”

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Her skin is a creamy vanilla
She lies beneath a tree, it's a willa
Her eyes like two deep pools of chocolate that you could get lost in.
She looks different from others, but she's just like us within.

She unravels her beautiful bantu knots
She let her natural, *****, thick curls go
Just like the wind, she goes with the flow
But something that's more beautiful than her, ....are her beautiful thoughts

Bangsa pribumi di era modern
Memaksa batin untuk jadi keren
Sudah lewat aku di zaman batu
Ku langkahkan kaki di zaman baru
Aku tidak tahu cara naik bus
Yang aku tahu adalah kursi bertikus

Oh jarak..
Jarak yang membuatku berpisah
Aku rindu suasana desa yang indah

Oh jarak..
Sampai kapankah aku gelisah
Aku gundah tidak tahu arah

Oh jarak..
Selamatkanlah aku
Selamatkan aku dari rasa putus asa

Aku takut..
Aku takut pada gedung besi berasap
Aku takut pada mesin yang berjalan
Aku takut pada benda panjang beruap

Siapakah aku disini?
Siapapun tolong bantu aku
Siapapun keluarkan aku dari sini
Siapapun tuntunlah aku

Oh Tuhanku..
Berikanlah Petunjuk-Mu
Tidak ada yang lain selain Diri-Mu
Aku disini hanya pencari Ridho-Mu


-Kediri, 19 Maret 2018-

My mind, my soul, my intuition was dead,
Woke up this morning and found a letter that read;
‘I rise, in the depth of solitude I am who I am,
In the spirit of humility I am who I am,
In the spirit of togetherness I am, Nelson Mandela.
In the face of revolution I am Dedan Kimathi,
In the wake of National Pride, I am Kenyan,
I am Bantu by Origin,
and in the face of love, I am weak.’
A letter written by me, for me!!!
Before being human, I am POET,
I strive to lead within the legion of wits,
To dissent decency and embrace love,
I cry for my people,
I serenade my fear to give birth to courage,
Fuse language and my soul in this verbal marriage,
I shine when gloomy,
I blend in when glowing…
I heed to the untold tale,
and when on stage,
I need to unfold a spell,
That cultivates in the mind,
These words are but a feeble extension of my might,
I say what I want to say and you listen,
You applaud,
I do not want your claps,
I don’t want your cheers,
I want you to listen,
I am sharing myself here,
I am telling you my painful secrets,
Letting you feel my joy…
Can you hear my silence?
Do you see my memory?
I have stripped myself bare for you,
I have swallowed my pride and I am struggling with constipation,
Hi there beautiful young lady,
Do you like what you see?
Are these words an extension of my skin?
For even when naked, I still hide an aura of mystery.
When you make love to more than one person,
Every moan bleeds poetry,
Every touch aches for a punch line,
Every ****** begs for a harder ******,
and when your eyes roll back,
and you splash your words on the walls of their minds,
Every skin begs to cuddle with your lyrical prowess,
I turn a blind eye to social injustice,
Yet I pray my people are treated well,
Do not look at me with that suspicious eye,
You don’t know who I am,
I did not bomb your brother,
I do not fight for any terrorist group,
I am not a representation of a stereotype,
You cannot blame me yet I fear just like you,
Hurt just like you,
I hide from the jaws of terror just like you,
You struggle to understand me,
I understand you,
In the face of fear, you know no human,
Your eye sees only who it suspects is friend or foe,
I understand you because I know,
On the third blow of the trumpet,
Even the son will abandon his mother…
Why judge me for the shade of my skin,
Texture of my hair????
I am who I am.
I love those who love me back,
In the dark caves of solitude,
Hidden on the platters of eternal euphoria,
I then found a loving embrace,

So I march on clinging to what I don’t understand,
Get confused by what I strive to understand,
Stand under my weak heart,
What attracts me I don’t know?
We find beauty in non-existent things,
Show me beauty and I will give you the flowers when you can still smell them.

I still rise,
For I am who I am,
A son who loves his mother,
Is driven by ambition,
Even Grisham knows,
it is past the time to ****,
onto the time to heal,
You do not need to understand this painless persona,
My words are my impractical scheme for social improvement,
I do not curse,
Because when it hurts so badly, humans’ mistake the truth for profanity …
I have hit my poetic falsetto,
I spill the last few drops of this ink…
I live you with this poem,
A temporary forever,
You do not need to understand this hopeless persona,
You don’t see the poem. It was not written for your feeble intellect.
I take center stage,
My words, my halo,
I speak,
I speak because I exist,
I said I speak because I exist,
You will always find me next to your conscience,
My words echo, my rants roar,
My whispers soothe, my cry begs for your embrace,
I sing to fallen angels,
I am who I am,
I speak because I exist,
Before I exist, I am POET

AZANIA
I Azania ikruqukile kukubanjwa
I Azania idiniwe ziimbumbulu ezisuka kutshaba
I Azania  iphelelwe ngamandla okubamba iintlanganiso
Iminyaka elandelelanayo kungekho nkqubela phambili
I Azania iphalele ngoku kukusebenzela nina, mabhulu,bantu abamhlophe.ABELUNGU.
Pha ezidolophini
I Azania idikiwe kukunigrumbela igolide
I Azania ifuna ukugrumbela iintsana zayo igolide
I Azania idiniwe, I Azania idiniwe
I Azania ikruqukile kukudanduluka kunye nokulila.

Middle East Future
I have not written anything today, why should I? The future
in the Middle East is clear there will be a rapprochement
between USA and Iran, naturally two countries are surprisingly
alike both sublime and with a streak a tendency to violence.
That leaves us with it will leave the before the Palestinians will
refuse to be Bantu state and we will have an Israel stretching
from the Mediterranean to Jordan, most of the people will
Be none Jews and since Israel is a democracy it will have to accept
this new situation. Israel will in the future become just another
Middle Eastern state that has nuclear weapon they cannot use
without erasing their own people as a race. It will be a bitter irony
if they did what the **** tried to do.
Saudi Arabia can go back being a kingdom with ten thousand princes
that have just moved out of the tents, but Jews will survive in Iran.
So there is nothing to write about except the vines are greening and
I’m taking a car dealer to court, it has taken me since 2004 to get here
because I can’t afford use a lawyer, justice takes time and is costly.

Hari ini tadi,
dokter bantu keluarkan empat buah batu dari empeduku.

Suatu hari nanti,
mana tahu dokter atau entah siapa itu
akan bantu keluarkan sebuah nisan dari tubuhku?

I see beautiful black skin
Radiating from you
Bantu knots upons your head
And a familiar accent.
I go up to you and say hey
You look at me weird
I mistook you for my friend
She is dead.

Unapologetic and flawlessly she is drenched in the very essence of beauty called melanin, Her body has a glow as if the sunlight shrouds and gently embraces her skin,
with a complexion  so deep and warm my eyes can just lay on it days on end,
  I escape this trance only to find myself captivated by her mere presence all over again,
  mesmerized by how she transcends the modern notions of perfection,
  you know the notions that tends to sleep on a darker complexion?
  and no, I don't want it to sound like that I'm sleeping on your complexion
  but everyday I picture your skin as a tone I wouldn't mind waking up and drifting away to,
  Miss melaninated lullaby your beauty rangs true.
  Crowned with royalty and rebelous in nature, her hair defies gravity only adhering to the Queen's imagination,
   "black girl magic" there is no other explanation,
    think about it, she waves her hands and then ****; her poofy hair turns into a new creation,
    bantu knots, braids, 2 strand twist, her hair is a work of art and she's an artist, her hair imitates the heavens and she's the goddess....

You were the Phoenix of that great nation
You died that it may rise
The idea of freedom was your creation
And thus it lives e'en after your demise!

Dia habiskan beberapa malam untuk menangis
Sendiri ditemani kesedihannya yang tak mau pergi
Mengutuk diri karena lemah hati
Hangatnya hilang lantaran yang dirasa hanya dingin
Jatuh seribu kali, bangun seribu satu kali
Dia bantu dirinya sendiri untuk berdiri
Sudah tugasnya menjadi selalu terlihat gigih
Kesepian sudah menjadi teman baik
Hampa seakan sudah memiliki tempat khusus dalam diri
Tidak apa-apa menjadi lemah malam hari
Asal kembali tertawa besok pagi
Dan seterusnya begitu lagi
Tidak sabar menanti rasa yang akan mati

In my ancient history,
A mother stands over her daughter
Twisting her hair into Bantu knots.

The young men gather,
Who built the Great Enclosure
With the strength of mighty warriors.

I am 'umuntu,' a person, I embrace
The ancient beauty in their face,
Their shape, the color of race,

My ancient heritage.

a Bantu language
pure steel or iron bracelet
a first name, Kara

Slash and burn!
Frankincense
And Myrrh
Like shorgum
Like maize
You, amaze me

Matzo's to eat
First night
Is law, Pat Yisrael

Netting up, nothing
Keep birds out
Bring birds in
Who? Yao? Nothing!

Nothing like bantu
Nothing like kin
He parts the Red Sea
Knesset

All That Matters Is You

  Where I work this is the way we roll
This is deeply planted in our soul
There’s things in this world we can’t control
We give comfort and we console

I do what I do because I care
I transport patients in a wheelchair
Still health care it’s the Cross I bear
Proudly my uniform I wear

From total knees and hips too
Drug abuse and alcoholics and the flu
But now the world is a scary new
But one thing will remain true

Doesn’t matter your religion Lutheran, Hindu
Doesn’t matter your race, black, white, Bantu
Doesn’t matter your political view
All that matters is you

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 04/03/2020
All rights reserved

Slanderous tongues wont halt my steps,
Wont halt my stampede of forwardness,
As wisdoms guidance have n will ensure this,
Descended from Highest Highs,
While those who are doubters,
Will be bandwagonists,
Facades they are,
Always known by what flows from their lips,
Especially During Moments wear n tear,
Via
Solid Amounts of Kalinago, Bantu, Zulu, Taino Courage,
Will stamp out fear,
Against Critics,
I will persevere !

All That Matters Is You

  Where I work this is the way we roll
This is deeply planted in our soul
There’s things in this world we can’t control
We give comfort and we console

I do what I do because I care
I transport patients in a wheelchair
Still health care it’s the Cross I bear
Proudly my uniform I wear

From total knees and hips too
Drug abuse and alcoholics and the flu
But now the world is a scary new
But one thing will remain true

Doesn’t matter your religion Lutheran, Hindu
Doesn’t matter your race, black, white, Bantu
Doesn’t matter your political view
All that matters is you

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 04/03/2020
All rights reserved
Do BLM? ABSOLUTELY!!!
But I tell you the current BLM
Movement is not about BLM.
The soul purpose of this movement
Has one focus.
That focus is to destroy America!!!
Please be careful of what you are really
Standing up for.
Getting behind this movement though
It may be good intentions is not what we
Want or need in America.
This is telling everyone that you stand
For and believe in the destruction of America. It doesn’t show or mean that
You stand for or believe that BLM.
God Bless all races!!!