Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by ASHANTA, May 7, 2003.
blessings thank you
Beautiful!, Ashanta like all your scribes. heart felt
sista don't hate
feel that she's real
hear her speaketh
ever so real
indeed a true Queen of GODLY bound
best one around don't hate
forth given love
a sprinkle from above
flow on !!! Ashanta
oh so very true
what sisters tend to do
following masters puppet strings
as subconscious slave sound sing...
Let the truth be herd let the mask be reveal, sisterhood is the
root of our family tree. Brothers for change, connecting our
family tree, slavemasters syndroms, that lynch the revolution of change. There shall be no dry eyes, Genocide within our own back yard. I thy ancestors daughter cry no victim song, I the ancestors daughter must join with my brothers for change.
Let your armor pen scream until there is change, summoned by thy almighty as well as our families that are dying while our brothers and sisters sleep. There shall be no revolution until the warriors take there place, there shall be no peace until man takes his rightful place. There shall be many who hate me for the words I display, slavemaster syndroms divide and conquer is the devils regien.
Let every voice of man be herd, silence has been the back door of the delay in the resurrection of change. Fear not the feed back which is displayed if you can save one it is a blessing within your own family tree.
Brothers it is time for you to take your rightful place, sing it, recite it teach the babies that it is a better way.
Women have been the armor for much to long, men must take there rightful place, permission is not needed what God has commanded no man shall erase.
Sister you took hold of my mind, you commanded me to stand tall.
I was swimming in your stream.
This a very well written and tranquil poem.
The gifts we bring to the table shall make us all full!
Blessings my sister there is much work to be done. Without you there shall be no me, and without sisterhood there shall be no family tree. Let your pen be the armor for God, Man is cripple when they trample on the creations of God.
Take your place my sister there is much work to be done. The battle is hard when you walk alone. There will be many who turn there back on you when the truth begin to hurt. Remeber Jesus who walked the same lane. Blessing be upon your house, there is much work to be done. Together we stand divided we fall, Strength comes within the hands of great love. I salute my sister let your pen begin to fight the battle for our God. Stand tall great warriors never fall, within the rain and within the storm remeber we fight the battle for our almighty God.
Woman who set before jesus feet we carry the same blood, but we continue to stand tall, never forget Gods command was the man shall lead, when women take away the command we shall all be curse, teach the boy as a individual and a girl as a nation, we all will stand tall the battle is now. Let your voice be herd.
One love, One God, One Peace.
Great love to you Shawns Wife you have been blessed with a king, which you represent very well.
And your words of wisdom are the reason why I love you...thanks sistah...this was nice.
Blessings to you Royal-T the name fit your profile with honor my beloved sister. With love to you to, with flag of thy ancestors we shall over come. We all have felt the same pain.
We must reclaim our stool, we all miss the love of a black king.
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