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"sistahs" poems
I am angry Anger is the root of not getting what you want and I really want my people to progress but there just seems to be so much distress that is plaguing my people I am angry Angry because education isn't valued I mean we used to fight to try to read and write but now I see kids that can't even read or just don't want to My great grandfather traveled four states with a family to find a decent education when we were even allowed to be educated Where has that audacity gone My grandfather was a principle My daddy went to a segregated school and has his phd cuz he values education I am angry Angry when I see my beautiful black sistahs not valuing themselves because they think they aren't valuable cuz there daddy isn't there But that's called an excuse to live a life that is bound by low self-esteem I am angry Angry when I see my brothas on these corners knowing they are smart enough to do something better Mystical weather conjuring to be a constipation storm cuz everything is backed up We can push through for a release So I am angry Angry that my people aren't seeing that something jus ain't right We aren't owed anything We do have something to bring to the table But we are so angry about all the oppression And once we got free we took to for granted So I am angry...what are u?!
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Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
I am Angry...
"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live... Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live... Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live... I said Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live..." We can't seem be be reincarnated into a better psychological realm where we understand freedom Where we know who we are and we aren't afraid to be it We are kings and queens Rulers over lands but tha man took that away and recycled it as his own Leaving us buried alone in confusion Making many illusions of forgetting who we used to be See it's no mystery we are all the same But jus given different names Beating to the same drum but departed by color of our skin We just can't win It's a sin and shame that we blame our state on them We were freed but "Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live... I said Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live..." My soul weeps immensely for my brothas and sistahs and my future brothas and sistahs Cuz our journey is being lost in history's pages And it amazes me how my 9 year old niece don't know about the struggle Holding on to this as tight as a muzzle No pieces to the puzzle put together We endured nights and nights of stormy weather in these seas So like frank ocean said lets pour out some champagne and lay this psychological bind to bed It's insane how we claim to be free but we still seem to not learn the lesson of living Being free of blaming everyone but ourselves Free of the memories that haunt even our subconscious mind Come on y'all "Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live... I said we gotta learn not to survive but live"
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Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
Lets Learn How To Live
"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live... Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live... Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live... I said Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live..." We can't seem be be reincarnated into a better psychological realm where we understand freedom Where we know who we are and we aren't afraid to be it We are kings and queens Rulers over lands but tha man took that away and recycled it as his own Leaving us buried alone in confusion Making many illusions of forgetting who we used to be See it's no mystery we are all the same But jus given different names Beating to the same drum but departed by color of our skin We just can't win It's a sin and shame that we blame our state on them We were freed but "Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live... I said Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live..." My soul weeps immensely for my brothas and sistahs and my future brothas and sistahs Cuz our journey is being lost in history's pages And it amazes me how my 9 year old niece don't know about the struggle Holding on to this as tight as a muzzle No pieces to the puzzle put together We endured nights and nights of stormy weather in these seas So like frank ocean said lets pour out some champagne and lay this psychological bind to bed It's insane how we claim to be free but we still seem to not learn the lesson of living Being free of blaming everyone but ourselves Free of the memories that haunt even our subconscious mind Come on y'all "Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live... I said we gotta learn not to survive but live"
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOTHER!!!!!!!!! always a place in my heart...... roses and mental thoughts love and care.. Be Blessed always.. we got this....! to my sistahs.. united we shall stand.... @inside the fences.... s.h.e_Is Eternal..
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Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 2:11 AM UTC
Birthday Wishes