"melaninated" poems
peaceful. Trees dancing in the breeze, as eye read. While eye take in the sweet vitamin D. Eye charge up my soul; &embrace; the beautiful Melaninated skin that Eye'm in!
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
These decorative shackles I wear
Make me feel superior I know if my ancestors were to see me, they’d look in despair
I wear my diamond choker
And my gold rope chain slangs
I can’t wait for chaining day as I pride fully walk to the jeweler whistling and sing
These decorative shackles I wear
Ease the generational pains of the slave and tribal warfare
I know if our ancestors were to see us now, they’d see kings, queens and heirs
I sail the Atlantic ocean in large ships in awe at the view and the majestic blue
Ironically my ancestors sailed before me, but in slave sloops
Forgetting that this water tells my story, his-story and has my blood too
Only the strongest melaninated few surpass this ocean leaving a few behind
The only time they were freed from their shackles was when death took over
Deposing them over board
Never to see beyond that blinding hopeful horizon line
These decorative shackles I wear
These expensive whips I own- merely make up for what my ancestors never owned
If our ancestors could see us now
I wonder if they’d be proud
Perhaps they would frown and say
“You’re the modern day slaves now.”
From chains to chains you see how the cycle of black lives go
We’re the new era slaves this story is yet untold
These decorative shackles we flaunt and wear
Help to make the
European man billionaires.
These decorative shackles and chains make me feel free
It’s like I’m buying my form of freedom concealed as luxury.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
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....
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC