(1)
Today, I can proudly say that I’m in love,
But, I’m not in love with a woman.
I’m in love with me, the person who I am,
A descendant of an African.
(2)
Now, I’ve always learnt that Black is beautiful,
And black, is also comely;
The texture of my hair & the colour of my skin
Certainly, reminds me of my ancestry.
(3)
So, would I consider bleaching my skin?
Just to look like a Caucasian ?
No way! My African image means more to me.
Than being a traitor to accept a white persuasion.
(4)
And so, the genes I inherited from my forefathers,
Are embedded in my blood, as an African.
And knowing how resolute & relentless our ancestors were
Gives me that strong sense of gratification.
(5)
So, the struggles that our predecessors experienced,
Were critical to set us all free.
Obviously, the whips they endured & the pains they bore
Were done for you and for me.
(6)
So, let’s chronicle the works & lives of our ancestors
So that these heroes will never be forgotten.
If it were not for their strong disposition
We would still be under white suppression.
(7)
Therefore, whenever I am seen wearing my African Dashiki,
It’s a message that I’m sending out loud;
“ Long live the spirits of our ancestors “
Because, we are now ” black, free & proud! “
Chris
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A Lovely piece of poetry….. A true depiction of an African to the bones
A light skinned black or black black?
A “butter skin” black
This writer is really talented
My favorite line “Because, we are now ” black, free & proud! “
I love this poem. More awareness to black lives please!!!
Great poem no doubt, unfortunately not many of us have this pride. As in this modern time our people do anything to be under the oppression of modern day oppressors (Syrians, Mzungus, Chinese) who win you with a plastic smile while they take your money and get rich to build generational wealth.
@lionman What I like about doing business with Syrians, Chinese etc. is that business is business. They let you go in, get what you need and get out. Whatever they might secretly think about you they keep to themselves. They know how to stay focused on business, be polite, and make the sale. Sadly, black business staff are sometimes too nosey and interfering in things that are none of their business. They often have to comment or drop words or judge what the customer is doing or purchasing. If they think the customer is not black enough, they sometimes racistly try to stop them from getting things that they need. Or, if they accept the customer as being black like themthey think that entitles them to have a say in a their life. It is very exhausting, tedious, distracting, unsettling and unproductive to have to deal with all of that when a person just wants to get what they need and get out. “Familiarity breeds contempt” so sometimes it’s better to do business with strangers who mind their own business.
This poem is interesting. It raises a lot of questions though such as why does being proud to be black have to equate to antiwhiteness? Could the writer not just pay homage to all things black without mentioning whites, slavery etc.? Is a person truly free if they are constantly fixated on comparing themselves to someone else? To be free should mean being able to let go of such thoughts, to focus on your own plans and goals as an individual, family, or community without worrying about whether you should be proud or ashamed of your history. I am proud of all the black people who managed to escape the echo chamber of race fighting and found personal fulfilment doing interesting things in life, making a useful difference in the community and wider world etc.
Chris, ah wah ah guarne!?
Appreciating, U #wud_sung_powa!
Some very interesting comments, regarding your [thought]!
I use the phrase, #wud_sung_powa, to reference word, sound, power; in terms of its/their dynamics, and whether or not all three are separate and apart, versus being together cohesively in the same moment, in, of, through time, as it is left in its own wake.
Realization is a key tenet, that plays a key role in the symbiosis’s of HUEmanity. I, realised at a very early age, stage of my existence, that…
(m)…nothing, as in #no #thing can exit and thrive by itself. Nada! Zilch! Not even, the eons of god’s revered throughout, the existence of time!
(n)…the existence, of the darker HUES, of [humanity] HUEMANITY existed, lived and thrived prior to the arrival, of other HUE’S of HUEmanity which by, through, of various means displaced them like, an invasive species. How about, those Giant African Snails, or the Browne_Mongoose and the Snakes!
(Now, I wonder if on the Animal Farm now been built by Farmer Brown, whether or not The Sly Mongoose which has replaced Wilbur the Pig, as the King can outsmart keep his Army of Red Antz Gangstaz, from stop terrorizing the People).
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Personally, there is merit in all the comments from the facetious to the serious. I, for one have recognized and have lived within and without, the parameters of these comments. Even the “truth of reality,” is a compounded matter, which thrives and dies in its own Matter.
Perfection unto itself is useless, to itself!
There is no space, in the Essence of Nature’s ether!
Chris, again; I appreciate your…
…letter to words, taking shape in phrases
…as, they sing the praises
…while, being sentenced
…to sound out, the truth of their Root’s
…anchored, in their own space
…corralled, paragraphed into a race
…which over time, the winner’s change place!
…and, even face!
…therefore, as it’s booked, into a story
…what is one’s glory! Inevitably becomes, another’s misery!
…for, in the inevitability of change
…the essence of the ether
…with its spontaneous nature
…the gain must be processed, through its own bane!
Jumbee_Picknee aka Ras Smood
De’ole Dutty Peg🦶🏾Garrat_Bastard
Vere C. Edwards
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