Black Poetry : Dreams

Mikha'el

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Fabrications of one’s imaginations start with talks of the emancipation
In which the gate was opened granting all access
Or so it seemed but even to acquire the desire for basics seemed like a dream
The wings clipped off the angels unable to fly or touch the sky
Held down by the devil in humans
And in return thou were oppressed
Questions of one’s foundation and intellect have led to neglect
Of the beauty in our souls somewhere these angels still are among the pits
But dashing faster than roadrunner are their dreams which don't seem to last
No dream catcher to save an abomination of people
Or so we thought
Until leaders among men brought forth the utopia vision
Of a African American born again
Yes MLK and Barack came when all hope was shot
Along with Malcolm X among others
But even with a picture of the utopia in our heads
Scars remain from the past when we as people were brain-dead
But out the darkness shines the light as the revelation has spoken to survivors
Who start the process of rebuilding in the hearts n minds of future soldiers
Who shall fight the war until it’s over
The podium stands for the man brave enough to take the challenge on
But futal minds tend fall back into Stone Age thinking
Content in mediocrity the untouchables of society
For fear is in their heart to leap can't fathom not touching the other side
But you'll never make it if you never Dare to envision It
 
In the Spirit of Sankofa and Real Truth!

Dreams...mind over matter





Good job MiKe,

Yes MLK and Barack came when all hope was shot
Along with Malcolm X among others​



 

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