Black Poetry : From A Child Eyes-Walking History

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  1. Bluewater

    Bluewater Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I remember the March to Washington
    I was just a child, just a little thing.
    Seeing hundreds of people walking
    right by my front door.
    They were singing.
    They were waving.
    I was smiling.
    I was waving.
    It was so wonderful.
    So many people happy.

    I remember when Martin Luther King was shot
    I was just a child watching TV
    Everyone though it was a April fool joke
    It was no joke
    The country went into a panic.
    It really happen
    So many people crying

    I remember the Riot and how the city burned
    Lighting up the sky’s in the dark of the night
    I was just a little thing
    And I was screaming from the horror
    Guns shots rung in the night
    So many people dying

    I remember the Curfew
    The city placed on shut down
    Tank coming up my street
    Soldiers fully loaded
    Marching in front of my home
    I peeked out the window
    And frozen from the sight
    So many tanks
    So many soldiers
    Invaded the block
    where people once
    March happily
    now there foot soldiers
    fully loaded
    With orders to shoot on sight
    So many People praying.


    I remember being hungry
    All the food had to be ration
    Filling pots and jars with water
    The riot destroy the markets
    The looter took all of it
    The only food was in the white hood
    But we could not leave our hood
    Sitting very quietly
    The only sound was stomach rumbling
    I was just a little thing,
    Nothing but a child
    I was so scared. It last 5 days
    But to me it never went away
    So many people hungry

    I remember people happy
    I remember people praying
    I remember peolpe dying
    I remember tanks and soldiers
    I remember being hungry
    I remember more then I want to.

    I was nothing but a child
    Nothing but a little thing
    Now I am
    Walking History
    This is not the end

    To be continued.
    The struggle goes on.
     
  2. LovesDestiny

    LovesDestiny Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Wow! Sis Bluewater...how touching! You really made me feel as if I was there...watching and experiencing these events through your eyes! And still so relevant!
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    Upon the legacy and the dream
    i remember all these things
    how they strip the city
    from the riots and the guilty
    guns sung in blazzin heat
    lighting up the westside streets '
    Fire burn red hot
    Dr.King been shot
    April 4th was da day
    when people cried and start to pray
    Our King our guide had just died
    I couldn't beleive what had happen
    and how brothers was acting
    as the panther party walked
    Graudian Angles walked
    foot troopers walked
    curfew put us on lock
    I heard him say
    his eyes seen da glory of the coming of the Lord
    he had been to the mountian top and seen da promise land'
    he had a dream that one nation would come together
    yet we still divided under these dirty spells
    we as a people still walking for freedom to ring
    keeping KING dream ALIVE .
    my mind down history lane feelin ya flow .
     
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    queentswana Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Yes the struggle goes on and on ...and on,
    still...
    We get stronger and stronger...and strong!!

    *I remember people happy ...
    That's the only picture we want to keep,
    cause that's what keeps my heart at peace!!

    *I remember people praying...
    As do I, for a brighter and richer life,
    appose to all this pain and strife!!

    *I remember people dying...
    They're dying fast and very young...
    As most of our babies are under the gun!!

    *I remember tanks and soldiers...
    I too remember how we all quickly ran for covers,
    cause we knew without a doubt...they were aiming for our brothers!!

    *I remember being hungry...
    I remember when our little stomachs played tic-tac-toe,
    wishing against the wind, that dad would bring home the dough!!

    *I remember more than I want to...
    But my mind was like a sponge,that would savor every drop,
    And every now and then I seem to re-wind that clock!!

    We seem to be repeating history right now in these days...
    their purpose for that is to keep us as ...slaves!!!


     
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    What an account of those times, nothing quite matches what is seen through a child's eyes. Awesome write.
     
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    Hey Family
    Thank you so much for your love
    and thoughts on this post. It's a old one
    I brought it back, because we are making histroy
    BIG TIME, our children and Our children children
    will hear it first hand from our lips to there ears,
    heart and mind.

    The struggle goes on

    Peace~N~Love
     
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