"berbice" poems
I will hear your voice
Singing joyful hymns
Between chores
On Saturday morn;
I will see your smile of radiance
On the faces of my sisters and nieces;
And your boundless energy
Will manifest in the limbs
Of my sons and nephews;
And the legacy
Of a Nubian Queen
From Islington Village
On the breezy bank
Of the majestic Berbice river,
Shall reign eternal...
~ Pablo (#formom)
10/25/2013
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
This body;
This temple of one;
Cursed to some;
Sinister to many.
This body;
This temple of one;
Scarred by struggle;
Consumed by fear.
Conditioned to be wary;
Scavenging at the weakest links
Of destiny's food chain.
As the lions roam free,
Higher up.
Raising kin to be kings,
To break this body;
This temple of one,
With impunity.
This body was lynched in Montgomery,
***** in Rome.
Poisoned by Derby's dose
In Montego Bay.
And fed to bull gators in Jacksonville.
This body was stripped in Rio;
Feathered in Saint Kitts;
Beheaded in Berbice;
And tarred in Tennessee.
This body was shot In Chicago;
Shot in Charlotte.
Shot in Missouri.
Shot in the Bronx.
Shot.
Shot.
Shot.
Shot.
This body;
This temple of one;
This ******* child of the universe
Is sick of being
Shot.
Of dying young.
Of rotting in cell block 9
And sealed boxes underground.
While the lions roam free,
Higher up.
Raising kin to be kings,
To break this body;
This temple of one,
With impunity.
~ P
#This_Body
2/10/2017
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
Descent Busan
Jimin
Meaningful given
Through Cultural influences
He had a dream but
It was changed
His beginning contemporary
You can have your way
Call him an Idol
I call him Singularity in Busan
Possessed within him
Invaluable treasure
Pottery, paintings, and literature
Pieced together to form his ancestry lines
Born September 3
Descent Berbice
Evelyn
Meaningful given
Through Cultural influences
I had a dream but
It was changed
My beginnings poetry
You can have your way
Call me an outcast
I call me Serendipity in Berbice
Possessed within me
Invaluable treasure
Crafts, poetry, drum, paintings, and literature.
Pieced together to form my ancestry lines
Not different I guest
But they still Jude
They still point fingers
The thing is we don't care anymore
We have become proud of who we are
And they can't stop us loving ourselves
They can't stop me loving myself.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC