Black Poetry : 400 Years Later Aint Know Walls To Shelter The Pain

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    The Sons of the Thieves That Wear My Skin
    4OO years I have felt the scars of the whip
    400 years I fought the battle that you may be free
    400 years I birth a King
    400 years you shall not disgrace the name of my King
    400 years I have died and return

    400 years I have risen to a new day
    400 years I have wore the blood in the palms of my hands
    400 years I was the masters play toy and I be
    dam If I shall live it through my sons.
    400 years you sold my inheritance to the lynch man
    400 years my sons died in the name of freedom
    I be dam if you lynch me from the tree.



    Deny my self of mind
    There shall be no
    bargaining with the devil, there is no
    Reasoning that I seek
    Society Program Integrity, fear of slave mentality,
    extermination, destruction of a reproduction See
    and self-deceptions, Black glutton walk like a King
    talk like a serpent, hiding behind black face.
    My back has carried the scars of civilization, the blood is
    in the palms of my hand, my children are dying, I cry
    rebirth, Rise me to the heavens, Rise me to the Universe.




    I am tired and my back will no longer take this curse.
    Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom,
    Deny my self of the Universe
    Ego not to small not to large
    Human evolution process denied
    Jump in the womb an reconnect
    Love used and battered
    love an hate difference
    I heard God call
    I got the Gun an waited
    I brought you here I will take you out.
    Ready to leave this earth.
    Freedom a death chamber when man
    Bleeds for attention, killing anything and one,
    Who gets in his way?



    Ignorance intimidated by intelligence,
    listen how the boys call there women *****,
    laughing at the morality they display,
    Laying with the slave masters daughter, lynch them
    under Satan authority, slave to Satan, prostitution
    to the slave masters revenge
    Insecurity and fear of success, a tool of destruction
    When man needs to control the substance of matter,
    Nevertheless if he is wrong or right
    A death chamber of self ,

    Eastern Wisdom an Idea between an Idea
    Revolution suicide
    Drug addicted society floating on air
    Hero nothing but a sandwich
    Living in darkness the belly of the beast
    Free your self from this disgrace
    Inherited family of humanity
    Surrendering my life to revolution possibilities
    Freedom insecurity slavery man to self


    400 years


    Spine less in the deception of those who kill the image of women, every women is an individual don’t judge me by your abomination, that continues to kill black hope, I am the moon, and you are the son, my children have given you your fame, and know you sell me out to the devil who signs your checks, beware what is given in just, shall be taken back from the old mighty God, I don’t willow like a snake, killing the image of black pride, beware one day that lost soul might be your daughter, and your words like a dangerous sword, the only sin I regret is loving you to much.

    A fool has no delight in understanding, when the wicked shall surface, which comes in contempt, and with ignominy reproach. Better is the poor man that walks with integrity, than those who perverse in his lips, and is a fool. There is many devise within mans heart,

    Nevertheless the counsel of thy God, shall stand. The just man walks with integrity; his children are blessed after him. The blood the wars that stands before, the Oh Say Can You See. Darkness that reveals a smell of rotten death, The new world order has sold its self to Satan demands. Come not with the cloak of forgiveness, when the trail of blood leads a path of the dead that can no longer speak for self. Cease no longer exists to the sons, to hear the instruction that caused to err, from the words of knowledge.

    400 Years Later

    Blasting Guns, Chains that sings out loud,
    Killing sisters and Brothers, the hopeless child,
    Subservient to a cause here my cries,
    the slave of my history .
    The seeds of the future, living in darkness,




    You been crying to long pick up the torch
    and save your self, I shall not be your punching bag
    the slave trade is in hell, find your self.
    The laws of miss knowing, the close mind
    will only confuse you.



    The slave ship of the darken
    Ghetto the brothers and sisters who refuse to let go.
    A hope less dreams, refusing to read singing
    oh Mary don’t you weep.
    Your extension is about to be deleted.
    Is anybody listening?


    400 Years Later

    Traders to black retribution, prayers on the air,
    Blink, Blink, Blink
    Shaking their *** for the world to see;
    Don’t be deceive the image you see
    My name is black women and the only
    Thing will be shaking is my tambourine
    Rise my sisters you are worthy of more,


    Noumi Collectives @2007​
     
  2. Bluewater

    Bluewater Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hi Sister ASHANTA
    I know sis I know
    We can't give up.
    It is a struggle, and sometimes all we can do
    at this time is remove what stones
    and branches that blocks the path so that the
    ones who are behind us can take the lead, when our time come
    to pass the baton. feeling you sincerely
    Much love to you sis.

    Peace~N~Love
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    It is my hope, that the blind shall be made to see, and instead of attacking his own, will embrace. Speak on, and teach, poetess.
     
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