Black Poetry : 4OO Hundred Years Later Aint Know Walls To Shelter The Pain

ASHANTA

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4OO Hundred Years Later


Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain,
Have I not been bound in chains?
Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain
Have I stood at the crossing to bare?
The pain, for who so ever break the link
Shall we both smother upon the clad brace?
Chains Have I not felt the sender, the burning
Chains that brewed the slave master,
Raping me of my dignity, but I stood
Tall as woman, I shall die as women
Ain’t know walls to sheaf the pain;

Where there is dust, there shall be ashes
Where there’s death, there shall be grieving
Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain
Have I not felt the ashes, and sender?
As thee my king, the same that once till dawn
In the holocaust of my breed, the same that once till dawn I carried the load of an un civilized summary
Ain’t know doors to sheaf the pain.

Have I not felt the pain of you my brother?
Have I not cried the same song?
Have I not watch my babies
Descended in this holocaust call revivals?
Ain’t know doors to sheaf the pain
So now the walls close in
Seeking for shelter to heal
Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain


And somewhere there is dust
Deep in de’ heart, if I can wipe away
I give unto thee in my blood
Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain
And I lie far and below, hoping
That our walls embrace, to
Bring closure of this pain, my tomb
Is awaiting the spirit to close
Joining as one, the strength
Shall widen the walls;
And I lye upon the Nile, from de’
Slavery cost, and where it was the
Plantation closed, for we must
Embrace and reached beyond
The ivory cost, and let thy heart
Heal each other close



I wake upon morning with my bag of weapons foe;
I stand before the world defending
the cause of my Chilean souls;

De' dark swampy river de' one thee cross;
The leashes that eat from the satin robe;
Oh the warrior reveal the strong oh mighty cloth;
The savior who walk side be side;
The fire that melt the soft bronze skin;
The bugs that laid upon my breast;
The tears I cry for my mama rest.

But yet I stand tall upon the land;
I take my people to the mighty land;
So who is fear da' dark swampy sea?
Fear not thy word, death at all cost
For so the story shall be told;
O' the Christ that walked me through
The promise land, so who is I to cry?
When they laid de' Christ upon the wooded cross/
I have seen the son of son;
The honor to take his pain upon;
My trust, for in life the sure thing is death
But unto the coward lives the marksmen whip;
For I shall cry not in the mist of my journey foe;

Stand tall my people foe. Stand tall my people foe
The death upon earth bring you joy
When de' palace bring you moa, life is death,
Death de' life, sing not the glory of your strife
For every women in de' warrior house
Suffer unto thee said the lord.

De' black broths is your keepers house
For there are weak and some are strong
Forget not your warrior quote

I black women the Mother Nature
Of de' land, look not upon your broths
So, for without him they shall be no more,
For the Christ pick his chosen so
Raise the brother to the sky,

Let not ego killed de' nest
Forsake not the wounded heart
Nourish him to give him strength
Warriors bounty come from de' lord
Forsake not the darken soul
Teach the script de' Christ lives through the womb
For de' mother shall feel the pain
As she felt upon the cross;
Warriors walk alone, seek not the earthly so.
The warrior of de' Tubman house shall
Bring de' brothers across DE' underground



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 me 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 instructions that caused to err, from the words of knowledge.

400 Years Later


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


Let me step back and fulfill my cause
My name is angry black woman like me
Define my cause; I took you from the underground
I fought the cause of your dignity, and you slander my name
There is know bandage to cover the blood that drips from my vein
I rise you to the world, because you are the chosen in Gods eyes Wake up trader define your cause, God said a man who disgrace His family is lower than dirt,
Dollar bills hanging from roof to chair.
Know the Queen and know the whore
I rise in the name of blackness let me






There’s no mask needed
There’s burning cross planted above my door
The cross never burned out the mask is black
Reverse syndrome Slave masters syndromes lives next door


An ambiguous revolution
Hooked on stupidity
A complicated retardation
Mild case of delusion
Misleading appearances
Leaders without character
Infectious to younger generations
Smoking guns who gives a dam
About a future


Elements of universe that’s on fire
Black state of mind,
Primary weapon of containment
Greed power of contiguous sentiments,
Condescending movements
Slander ostracizes lynching.
Raping me of my dignity
Wearing the sentiments of my sacred identity


Summoned by my ancestors
As they turn over in they grave.
Masquerading as a hero without
A clue of tomorrow living in a mansion
Without recovery of who is and what
my mission to be
My babies’ future of tomorrow



Illusion of an empty space,
Self-destruction dysfunctional disgrace
Flowing through the Universe
Who am I? A man without a soul
The zombies within, crossing the bars,
Confessions of a soul show me the light
Message the mind, how do I find the soul
Who was created in love, releasing the acts of hate
Life death, Death life, flowing through the universe
Revitalizing the lost without a soul.

400 Years Later




Oh thy feet, Oh thy feet,
the blood of thy engine,
has walked many mountains,
thy feet, has a history, a legacy,
I have died on the battle field, for
nations, The deep steps of wars,
the stripes upon, my feet.

The skin that peels, the battle scars of the world,
Thy wrinkles, that set forth age of my ramp,
Thy feet, sings the history, the lands,
Oh say can you see?
Come in many colors, and many feet
, I have walked among the saints,
foundation's, as my feet, bleeds,
the hymns of God Foot prints in the sand,
waters that roar, rivers, the baptism of feet,

I sing no victim story, the scars speaks for self,
the feet, the feet, the mighty step of God,
I waters, of purification, I fight the battles,
which lay upon my feet, I rise to the next level,
of my journey, which continues,
follow the foot prints in the sand.

Noumi Collectives@2008 all rights reserved
 
everyone please read!

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 me 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,

this wow. this piece... it was worth the read. and so much more. i would love to hear it ! i can only imagine the emotion and message manifested in these words. awesome. thank you for sharing. and thank you rich for bringing this one around... it needs more praise!
 

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