Black Poetry : Ebony

Al D

We become that which we repeatedly do..
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Visions ever-present, My constant companion are the memories
Darkened nights with stars aglow sparkled over a blackened sea
Vessels crashing the waves , ebony bodies cramped to the hull
Cries are heard throughout this journey, piecing through ones skull

From ebony eyes flow tears, minds fearful of the unknown
Ebony people spirits die as they move further away from home
Drums beating far in the distance no longer can be heard
Ebony mothers frightened and frantic for still there comes no word

Ebony fathers are angered the disappearances on the incline
Ebony people have encountered a cold fear for the first time
Ebony witch doctors conjure up up a blend of spiritual potions and voodoo
But still the white men come, yes wickedness walks in shoes

Ebony land so far away, We are longing for in our hearts
Ebony people locked in chains, one day we shall part
Far away on a distant land are we, tattered with beaten pride
Exhibited and sold to strangers no place to run and no place to hide

Visions ever-present, my constant companions the memories
Darkened nights with stars aglow, sparkled over a blackened sea
Freedom is the cry lamenting form our souls all withered like fallen leaves
Still we stand strong and we stand proud, we are from the land of Ebony.....

God bless Martin, Malcolm, Frederick, Harriet, DuBois, Garvey, Jane, Nat, Huey, Stokely, Angela and the many others who have committed themselves and lives to the cause of freedom for Africans from the land of Ebony.....
Written by; Al DeVeaux Jr. 1984
 
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I remember that journey...across never-ending waters...that got me from there to here. the drum beat:

Why Did GOD Let This Happen To Me?

The jungle {the bush} was my playground

Like the cheetah
I ran to the
Thump...thump...thump
Of Africa's drum beat

Grass and dirt beneath my feet

Then the pale man came
...The ghost of a man
Who stole ME...herded ME like animals
To a faraway land

I felt the sting of the dead snake
As it laced across my back
...Biting into my skin
...Told I was less than dirt
I wasn't a man

I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND

GOD of my father
Why did YOU let this happen to me

WHAT DID I DO

My playground {the bush} was no more

Where did the drumbeat go
I didn't know why the pale man did me so
Where was my family

The big water tossed me to and fro
Forward and back

I was sick
...Had no refuge
From the cruelty of he
Who did this thing to me

At night, I lay
Side-by-side with my brother
Stricken by hunger
Stronger…was my thirst for {the bush}

WHERE WAS THE LAND
I saw my brothers
Thrown into the waters
Fed…
Like food
To the big fish

I saw my sisters
Used and abused
Beaten…
When they refused
...Still used.

I wish for the jungle {the bush}

I SAW

Women screaming
And men crying
Who do not cry
...Do not scream

Many things {I saw}

My fight for freedom was one of futility
So I ran to be free
Why did GOD let this happen to me
…Allow them to make a slave of me

CHAINED

Robbed of my dignity
A curiosity
To contemplate
...To conversate over
But whether anyone knows
There are those who would see you {me}
Across that sea we crossed so long ago

The bush {the jungle} was my playground.
Will I hate forever…never to know peace from my hostility
Will I get beyond what he's done to me

Will I?

As the rising sun sets beyond my burning rage
Will I know a day...a time…when my heart hurts no more
Who will settle the score
...Erase the tears of my fears
Shed over years of heartache and misery
{Who will remember me}

Who will stand for me…besides me
Help to shatter the story of my history

Is there another Malcolm
Or Martin

Will Garvey or Evers give rise to another soldier
To win us over
That we might follow their drum beat

Will you DIE for me

Will Rosa's descendents erect another tale of a bus
…Tell another bus driver they refuse to get up

Will thousands rise to be assassinated
By those who hate us
Only to be replaced by thousands more

Who will open the door

Who will make their way
Through the gook and muck
That's messed us over all these years

Who will walk through the tears of my foremothers
My brothers
My sisters

Who?

ALLOW ME TO TAKE THAT FIRST STEP.
To face my foes...head on
That he might feel the strength
Of my forefathers.

ALLOW ME.

I have soaked in tears
I have raged on for years
I have come to a crossing in the road
NOW I KNOW
What must be done

I am the one
The one to move ME forward
The one to tow the line
The one who will defend the release of my peace
And make the world a better place

Yes...I am the one.

I will run to the beat of Africa's drums once more
I will play on my playground beyond the shore

Hear me.
Your poem should be written in it's own thread and space brother. You are piggy backing!!!
 

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