Black Poetry : ~~~~Dis-enchanted~~~~(this piece is a little long...)

PropheticNsyght

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I based this piece off of a book I read entitled "Leslie," by Omar Tyree. The book was too good and it awoken something in me. I just ran with it. I do hope you all can dig it.




A Black Man!

Last night I lost my
masculinity...I gave away my sensitivity...
Why?
Because I didn't measure up as a
man in the eyes of YOU triflin' n****s;
Yet I strove to give the weak
illusion that I was down.

A Black Man!

I lost my history,
the ancestry that clings to
every inch of my bone structure
and DNA.
I became ashamed of my
'good hair,' my red to yellow skin.
Because of 'people' I began to
despise the body I was in.

A Black Man!

The sound of those three words....
like a cacophony of burning steel
cringing and shrieking fills my ears.
I scream.
'Why Lord!' 'Why am I who I am? Why
do I exist in this form of Be?'
The answer never seems to come.
I further seperate myself from the
richness and beauty of my culture;
more concerned about the reasonings and
approval of other races.
The sad thing is...
I often walk away from my rich identity
simply because of the negative words and
actions mirrored in MY own peoples faces.

A Black Man!

Grows introverted and secretive.
No longer living in the land of opportunity or
equality; instead I become a member of the
'grey area,' loosing my integrity and trading in my
sense of destiny.
Now I settle....
Settle far below the values and acceptances of
my proud heritage.
We were once Kings and Queens....Regal and
Beautiful,
Intelligent and Resorceful....
Now i've settled for a lesser lot in life.
Trapped in the 'American system' of undercover
prejudice...
from the color of my skin to the area where I was born
and even the places I've been;
judged by my background, my looks, my color and
even by YOUR past experiences.
It leaves a sour taste in my soul that
dampens my resolve, and I loose my
best strength and fail to properly evolve!

A Black Man!

I foolishly gave up my uniqeness,
the special power GOD created and grafted to me.
The ability to stand in the midst of sheep, as the ruler
exuding mystery, spirituality and a dose of potency....
I gave it all up...
I ceased to be.....too ashamed of the way I was raised
simply because of what YOU all thought and think of me.
But wait!!!!
Here's the funny part...the bulk of my grief...my struggles or just
my plain affliction comes from my own people...from peeps of my own skin color!
And I sat there and listened,
willing to be just another number that starts out with a rich beginning and
lives to have an obscure end...
I took in the insults, lies and conjectures about me
as a person; listening to MY people define who I was, who I am,
and who I will be.
All the foul venom that dripped from your lips.....
I traded all of me, in an effort to fit in, my motto being...
"Just get in where you can fit in."
Now ain't that some Bullshyt!

A Black Man!

Living a life of perpetual storm clouds and
rainy days.
Each day the same, dry and gray;
no reason to change, no reason to get away....
But!
In the midst of the storm, HE stepped in!
Today I regained MY masculinity sweetened by
my beautiful sensitivity!
A man by the name of Christ,
brought me a much needed antidote and
put every drop of spoken negativity and hataration
on ice.
I got on the level,
I embraced my ancestry, I wallowed in my history.
I breathed my eccentricities and consumed my delicious
integrity and gorgeous identity.

A Black Man!

Took the hand of Mr. Christ and began
walking from the ashes of black on black prejudice and
any form of sour racism.
No more excuses! No more acceptance of diluted reasonings...
For the first time in a life time I stared at
my yellowed-bronze skin.
For the first time in my existence I lapped up my
eccentricities, intelligence, loves, hates, and even my
long loss purity.
I embraced me, my heritage and the God, my savior.
I regained my sanity and for once I descended from
the mountain-top, my face glowing with a newness.
Today I embraced the Man that I am and will become.
I'm livin' my life like it's golden.
No longer ashamed of who I am, where I've been, Who I will
become or Where I've came from.
By the grace of God, today...
I am a

Black Man! No longer Dis-enchanted.

Copyright 2004
"PropheticNsyght"
 
watzinaname said:
How intensely written, and I can relate to this piece. Not being accepted by your own people is such a powerful slap to the face. But in God you have embraced yourself in all your uniqueness. So ridiculous to think there is but one way to be Black. Awesome write.

Since day one ma, you have shone me pure and undiluted love! For that I can never repay you enough! You have felt me on so many levels and all I can say is that I love you and thank you so so so much ma! Blessings!
 

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