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

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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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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 [email protected] all rights reserved
  2. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    wow......this was awesome sis keep teaching da word through lines and scripts
  3. daroc

    daroc Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    everyone please read!

    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!
  4. baller

    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    the near north
    a 400 year journey...

    ...over the mountains and through the the dessert sands scorch the feet of the weary traveler. THANK YOU for narrating my path along this journey of LIFE
  5. triniti424

    triniti424 going above and beyond PREMIUM MEMBER

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    Ahhh sister Ashanta :read:
    as good as I remember if not more so the second time around
    I hope all is well with you sister :read:
  6. Khasm13

    Khasm13 STAFF STAFF

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    Mar 26, 2003
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    out of everything these words sunk in for some reason....

    The savior who walk side be side;
    The fire that melt the soft bronze skin;

    dope spiritual sis...

    one love