Black Poetry : Black Gold

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by 1poetsought, Jul 17, 2008.

  1. 1poetsought

    1poetsought Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Black gold,
    We of the mother lode
    Black fold still being undersold
    Hot, cold, warm as a piece of coal
    Old Soul, you're in the Super Bowl

    All told...
    Black people on the whole
    Extol riches by wearing gold
    Poor soul sold-out for bankroll
    Richness pours out of every pore

    Business as is unusual ~
    Blackface masking an oreo
    Black fate back in some musical
    Self-hate dance till I'm beautiful



    Darryl Abdu Omari :10200:
    aka 1poetsought ~ copyright 2008
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    shinning in depth of blackness till one is beautiful ....awesome scribe
     
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    PLATINUMILLITY1 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Is there an iside message that you are supposed to eat the wite part first????
    :eeeK:
    THen! They dip th chocolate in Milk too!!!
    YOu got Me THinkin!!!!:thinking:
     
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    We often sell ourselves short, there are no limits to our worth. Speak on it poet.
     
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