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"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
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
For Mommy
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
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
This Body
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.
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Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
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