Black Poetry : I’ se Stand In The Church Yard Grave

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I’ se Stand In The Church Yard Grave



    I walk through the churchyard
    to lay this body down; Lord the strips
    Off my cause just being a Blackman,
    Da’ defense of my will just twitters and fall;
    My tribes that comes through me genes,
    I can’t plead their cause, Lord the image
    That I represent upon de earth,
    The battles that I fight within self,
    The hell confines my image of man
    Lord I ready to lay down, my soul
    Has been killed, and my treasures, have been
    Demise the thought of I being a man.

    I know the night shall pass on,
    I know the morning when it calls,
    Da’ woman that I love, raped and bound,
    I’se lest than De man, as the devil steals all I own.
    I'll lie in the grave and stretch out my arms,
    I'll go to judgment, I’se already dead, my soul has no
    Form to hold, nevertheless, I walk as a man, talk as a man,
    But who is man? Who cannot defend his woman and Chilean?
    As the slave master, claims it all,
    in the evening of the day,
    And my soul and thy soul shall meet that day,
    When I lay this body down.

    haunting echo of these weird old cries, I’se man,
    the soul of the black slave, I speak as a man,
    Ever since I leave my mama womb,
    Born in slavery, without permission
    Of what I wont to be, I was a child these songs,
    Mama in the fields, daddy being whip for
    Being black as me, I’se ready to dye,
    Have stirred me in the darkness of my way.
    They came out of the South unknown to me,
    One by one, Negroes dye upon the tree,
    and yet at once, I’se see me as a black man,
    De master took me from my mama arms,



    I knew them as of me and of mine,
    Oh a cowardly deformity I represent, the tears
    Upon my woman eyes, oh the bitter taste of brim
    As they raped my baby at ten,
    Man could never understand my prey,
    O, lord God, I have felt the pain of the cross,
    full of the voices of my brothers and sisters
    born this side the seas
    I'll hear the trumpet sound in that morning
    Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
    song of the End and the Beginning
    My Lord calls me,
    He calls me by the dark of the eve’ning
    The trumpet sounds it in my soul.

    I lay upon the darken ground
    Lord takes my soul,
    What is man, when the devil stands
    Before your land, and the white hooded
    Horse, and men, with mask, keep you
    In your place, but de lord is master,
    I live below the grounds of the devil
    Lord will fight my battle
    I shall stand tall as a man.

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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    To be a man, to witness all this and not be able to act upon it, what does this do to a man soul? Just the thought of this. But I believe intentions also make the man, when the intent is all he's allowed to have. Thought provoking and well written piece.
     
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    very enlighten and tyte piece sista
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    yes my brothers and sister the hero that lives within among all the odds, to live through captivity and stand as a warrior.
     
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    ashanta...
    what a special group...to survive all that
    what a special man...special woman...special race...
    do we all understand that....
    that what my slave rooted americans is about...your poem
    only reinforces that for me..
    and i thank thee
     
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    This peice, i i have to say wow...I love the language...Its made me feel like i was there...I like the way you questioned certain things it made me think...Its as if you put God first so no matter what you endure its you can still stand as a man becuz he has alll your battles...
     
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    yes my brotha and sisters it is just like the story in the bible Joab, God told satan he could do anything he wanted to Joab but kill him, Joab was God most loyal servant, but God wanted to see his strength under all odds, and this is what we live today as black people, faith coming together as one, and not hating and dividing from one another, I took my time to make a point my brotha's and sisters, many of us turn our head to truth, but if we follow the rules of God, we can have paradise upon this earth. Under all odds we must come together, this earth is just a testing grounds; together we stand divided we fall, our ancestors came together in strength, and God broke the chains of slavery, because they believed, we are only here on earth to pass the test of Gods words.
     
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