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sapphicjunglefever · 7 months

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𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✍︎︎.

a/n- this poem is dedicated to a special someone & i thought about her today.❤︎︎

(this poem is about me accepting the idea of someone loving me (inner thoughts fr.)

if i could just articulate it,

piece by piece,

bit by bit.

there would be no pure explanation,

that someone so vile, so burdened,

could possibly love you.

but someone showed you that idea,

you could never feel or know,

that her love was there, so easy to show.

she couldn’t possibly love me,

the you that could be silenced,

the you that couldn’t grow.

she stayed,

despite the burden,

despite the trouble,

so would she love you?

could she say it easily,

or would you say it and struggle?

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iproposedtoyamamaandshesaidyes · 1 month

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Go from sugar to shit in a split second confused by his blessing better pray to God but you worrying about him blocking ya prayers like he a instagram model ignoring ya message another nigga share the same talent like you he put the hard work in I guess he caught the interception you misunderstood the assignment misunderstood the conception jealousy and envy spread like a wildfire niggas out here with strong heart but weak desires like ashes I rise like a phoenix no Amare stoudemire ain’t no ceremony no golden globe no Oscar dramatic niggas act like drama queens looking like ving rhames locked in a cell by yourself all you see is hallucinations and shit stains teeth decay welcome to lions pit you a cub niggas watching ya every move like pornhub found dead in the bathroom and the herion needle next to the bathtub slugs coming out the shell like a turtle lighting up the green smoking the color purple cut off all ties nigga about to get surgical and niggas line up like pallbearers no rehearsal it ain’t freedom until a cripple break free from its walker and run shit like Hershel dog eat dog world you can die of the top dog of the food chain become a statistical ya woman funny make this dick rise she’s comical I’m speaking English but my mind speaks bilingual loosing sight like ray Charles last thing I saw was a brother died of my visual ©️

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ekajawgisewm · 5 months

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Love's Replay.

A poem about my millionth crush on a straight guy.

Do you remember

when you told me;

“Some people aren’t good

for your mental health.”?

God, I should’ve listened to you.

I should’ve known how this would end.

I’ve lived this story a million times.

But, some way, some how,

I always end up

with my eyes

glued to a stupid boy,

watching his eyes

glued to a stupid Arsenal match,

wishing he talked about me

the way he talks about stupid footballers.

~Ekaj.A~

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blackpoetry · 1 year

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WE WRITE

Our hands splay toward some Hazy & far-flung happiness & we cleave open for some fragile Non-evil, no matter how brief: To touch, To meet, To human Again; a scatter of non-particular Wonders to be revisited. All these unutterable blessings we forfeited- Hugs, hope, heart- Finally beloved by all & belittled by none. It will take a whole fleet Of words to return. * * * Then comes the thrust of our throats: There is no more revenge We shall boast, no matter How heavily bladed in our fingers. Change is made of choices, & choices are made of character. Cling to whatever brings us to begin, Even if it is formless as foam. We keep hoping For no reason at all. For every reason we share.

It is loss, as well as logic, When we cry: May those laid to rest never leave us, But lead us to rise. We lived. & that was more than we asked for. We, too, must howl ourselves ablaze. * * * We write Because you might listen. We write because We are lost & lonely, & you, like us, Are looking & learning.

Written by Amanda Gorman Courtesy of; https://www.afropoets.net/amandagorman.html

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brownthoughtsrainbowperception · 7 months

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What is Black

Is it the other side of the deck stacked

White with a perceived lack

Some artificial slack

And while I sing in the breeze and all accompany me who can foresee the sheen on the guilded seam

Yes that's a rhyme and it spans a brilliant time

Did they ask you to be kind

Who failed in the definition

Meaning exquisite

Lies explicit

Were we all wishing

We are a people streaming

Flawed and gleaming

Do you understand the true meaning

Destiny thieving

#black america #black people #diaspora #creative writing #word play #word art #abstract word art #black poet #buy my books #my truth #my words

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pineconecowgirl · 1 year

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White rejects light/ while blackness drinks it in/ becoming many colors

James Baldwin, “Song (for Skip)”

#james baldwin #poem #poetry #poet #black poet #black poetry #black poets #blackout #black history #literature #spilled ink #black power #giovanni's room #if beale street could talk #go tell it on the mountain

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travelingasafamily · 10 months

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“Let there be new flowering” by Lucille Clifton

let there be new flowering in the fields let the fields turn mellow for the men let the men keep tender through the time let the time be wrested from the war let the war be won let love be at the end

New Buffalo sculpture honors Lucille Clifton: 'One of the most important poets of the 20th century'

#lucille clifton #buffalo #poetry #poem #black poet #black poetry #poet #art #sculpture #olalekan jeyifous

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paranoidalive · 3 months

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my new book will be out in a few weeks lol that's wild

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We are absolutely thrilled to announce that the release of our very first full length poetry book—the first in our

@iskrabooks Red Poetry Series—is right around the corner! With brilliant revolutionary poetry and photography by Georgia-based cultural worker, journalist, and organizer, D. Musa Springer (@HalfAtlanta)—Alive and Paranoid is available as both a low-cost, black and white, paperback edition and a full-color, resplendent hardcover.

“This book was written in the hamster wheel, in the sense that D. Musa Springer penned these poems not in leisure but in labor—in spite and because of the sleepless hustle Amerika demands. Such hustle—against the backdrop of a racist, capitalist society—was only survivable because of the poet’s own impulse for writing verse. [...] “Springer’s ‘poetry of purpose,’ is personal and incendiary, it gloats and it weeps, and, most importantly, it is not neatly-trimmed to fit within the borders of a sparkly billboard screen in Times Square. It is blunt and unconcerned with platitudes. Alive and Paranoid journeys through Atlanta, Cuba, dreamscapes of Palestine, and the sonic values of hip-hop, offering a kaleidoscopic look, even a sense of liberty, into Springer’s life in the hamster wheel.”

—Mohammed El-Kurd (@m7mdkurd) From the foreword to Alive and Paranoid

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satin-carmin · 4 months

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8. Be willing to become deer or mouse or thrush or wasp or wildflower. Be fish. Be newt. Be belly low and see the undersides of mushrooms.

J. Drew Lanham, 10 rules for going feral

#j drew lanham #10 rules for going feral #poetry #poem #black poetry #black poet #contemporary poetry #american poetry #feral #adventurecore #crowcore #goblincore #words to live by

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etherealyoni · 10 months

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i don’t ever wanna feel like i’m not enough because someone didn’t know how to appreciate me. i’m not just a good time, i’m not just a option, and i’m damn sure not about to be sitting around waiting for someone to figure out what they want. i deserve princess treatment at all costs.

#black poet #self love #takingbackmypower #loving me #breakup #love #princesstreatment #self care #affirmations

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iproposedtoyamamaandshesaidyes · 27 days

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God created ppl but we don’t talk each other I wonder why I wonder why we got tongues and mouth but we don’t have a conversation

but we will have oral stimulation mind activation enhancing each others imagination safe haven no mistaken

boy meets girl falls in love with her wanna spend his life with her have a child with her

privileges taken for granted ain’t no such thing as luck you better work up ass off bills paid off the food from ya hand gets ate off her ass shaped like a pumpkin make a man jack off

no popularity you feel like shit like post nut clarity both got same similarities different personalities if karma was a woman she’ll be a big breasted see how Satan got ya mind conflicted passed around like a virus long nose on the Glock sneezes at you excuse it’s sinus

second language is body language you bringing to much baggage in ya luggage bro this is luncheon with out jay z 12 gauge shotgun hold it simultaneously murder first degree

I’m too cold put my feet in the ground froze the whole world like a snowglobe son of Adam put the bullet in ya throat crush ya apple

this ain’t New York lungs get scorched by the black and mild old heads getting drunk on the porch you lusting over that woman didn’t know she has a dead soul instead of fucking her you fucking wit her corpse

in the morgue graveyard shift extinction clip like a drumstick everyday I wake up feel like a I’m in a video game than life is like a fake tits and death you can’t fake it ©️

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my-youngworld88 · 2 months

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Shadows of Your Eyes

By Janeen G. I was with you, In the shadow of your eyes, I was swimming in your dreams. I don’t need to get air, Your eyes give me all the breath I need, Your eyes are like the sky, It’s blue and it shines bright. Because of you I feel beautiful in my skin, Your eyes sees the window of my soul. I could just look into your eyes forever, I could just bask in your love forever. The…

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ekajawgisewm · 5 months

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Autopilot

This poem is basically about the monotony of school.

It feels like

I’m living someone else’s life.

Another day.

Another breakfast.

Another class.

Another birthday.

Another conversation.

Another supper, and

Another sleep.

Just for all of it

to happen again and again.

Day after day after day.

Looking at every single moment

through a window.

Living my life on autopilot.

And I’m just a passenger

along for the ride

in a body

that was never mine.

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blackpoetry · 11 months

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The Perfect Ease of Grain

The perfect ease of grain Time enough to spill The flavor of a woman carried through the rain. Honey-talk tongues Down home dreams A rushed by shapely prayer. Evening lips part to hush Questions raised at dawn. The melon yields another slice. Fingers understand. Ecstasy becomes us all. Red cherries become jam. Deep juvenile sleep A whistle trace White shorelines in green air. Welcome doors held open When goodbye is "So long." The perfect poise of grain Time enough to spill The flavor of a woman remembered on a train. Written by Toni Morrison

Courtesy of; https://www.afropoets.net/tonimorrison.html

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latentheart · 10 months

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You called...and we came

You called…and we came.

In ships bigger than anything we had seen,

dwarfing our islands and covering them

in the shadows of smoke and noise.

Crowded, excited voices filled the air,

traveling to the ‘motherland’

– over weeks, over oceans that threatened to engulf us.

Driven by a wish, a call to save, to rebuild

and support efforts to establish ‘health for all’

in the aftermath of war.

You called….and we came.

Women and men of position in our homelands;

nurses with a pride in the excellence of our care.

With experience of management, organisation

and a sense of duty.

We appeared.

Smiling and eager to work on the wards, communities and clinics

of this England.

You called….and we came.

Our big hearts, skilful hands and quick minds

encased in our skins – of a darker hue.

Which had shimmered and glowed

in our sunnier climes..

But now signified our difference

– our un-belonging.

Matrons became assistants

Nurses became like chambermaids.

All the while striving to fulfil our promise

– to succour, to serve, to care.

You called….and we came.

The blue of the sister’s uniform

– seemed as far away from us as the moon.

Unreachable by our dark hands in this cold land.

But we were made of sterner stuff.

The hot sun, which once beat down on our ancestors,

when they too left their lands,

Shone within us.

Forging our hearts and minds

with the resistance of Ebony.

You called….and we came.

Rising like the Phoenix,

from the heat of rejection.

We cared, we worked and we organised.

Until the quickness of our brains

and the excellence of our care

made it hard for you to contain us.

And slowly, so slowly,

the blue uniforms had dark and lighter bodies beneath them.

The professional care in our touch

was valued despite the strangeness of our speech

and the kinks in our hair.

You called….and we came.

A new millennium – new hopes spread across this land.

New populations, engaging and reflecting

the varied, diverse and vibrant nature of these shores.

Challenging and reflecting on leadership for health.

Moves to melt the ‘snow’ at the peaks of our profession.

Recognising the richness of our kaleidoscope nation.

Where compassion, courage and diversity are reflected

In our presence and our contribution:

Not only the hopes and dreams of our ancestors.

– Human values needed to truly lead change…and add value.

Remember… you called.

Remember… you called

YOU. Called.

Remember, it was us, who came.

- Professor Laura Serrant OBE

Today marks 75 years since the HMT Empire Windrush arrived in Britain on 22 June 1948. 800 passengers from the Caribbean arrived in the UK, having been encouraged to make the move to help shore up the workforce after World War II. The Windrush generation and their descendants faced incredible difficulties as they built their lives in the UK. Racism, poor living conditions, and a dismissal of their previous professions and skills were just some of the struggles they faced. And yet the contributions the Windrush generation made to the UK cannot be overstated. The NHS, for example, would not be the insitution it is without the contributions of Caribbean nurses and midwives (who btw are still underrespresented in leadership positions in the NHS today).

I could write an essay tbh but it’s late and I need sleep. I’ve added a few links here which gives way more info on the Windrush generation. And not sure if it’s changed now but when i was at school they never taught us ANY of this.

#windrush #windrush day #poetry #black poet #black history #black british history #important

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pineconecowgirl · 1 year

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Then, perhaps they imagine that their crimes are not crimes? Perhaps. Perhaps that is why they cannot repent, Why there is no possibility of repentance.

James Baldwin, “Staggerlee Wonders”

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