Black Poetry : If I Must Dye Woman

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    If I must dye I shall die with dignity



    Let not my horology speak of weakness



    I shall walk on the battlefield as a man



    What is life if I can’t die like a man.



    Every man must die, so If I; I choose it as a King.



    A coward dies a thousand times but a brave man dies once.



    I shall not go out in a cowardly conformity,



    I shall stand tall if I must take the burning bullet



    That sets before my death.







    I shall dye nobly as my brother Jesus who laid upon



    the cross, if we must die, I shall take your hand



    And we shall look upon the skies, as you my brother



    As I ; we shall go at one time.



    Let not thee suffer, take the last breath , that I



    Shall march through the skies;







    There shall be no tears, I the soldier of God,



    Their shall be no pleading, I shall carry the cross



    As my brother upon the skies, so I shall give



    Back to thy brother who died for me.



    Thy grave that lies upon my trust.



    I shall not die, as the murders who stand



    Before me, when you speak of my death,



    You shall never remember a beginning plea;



    My body is just a carcass; but my spirit shall



    Fly free.







    I have fought for a cause; lies upon the dark; the inner man shall not awaken from the dark, the bite of the bullet is much to hot, the valley is closing in as I take a deep breath, the warrior is not a warrior; until he has shredded blood, words are a hopeless survival if the unite is divided, we shall all fall at once, under the emancipation of slaves, who continue to live among the walking dead, I shall not bow over.



    No one recognize the warriors, because many have never fought a war, only wisdom brings calm to the pain, nevertheless the dead soul has know compassion only to self, Oh what a bitter taste of brim, but the spirit of God walks us through the fire, peace and blessings my brother warrior.







    It is not the pain of the burning bullets,



    But the smell of instant death,



    The black trains as it rides slowly,



    To take me to the other side,



    It is not the lead that burns through my body,



    But the tears that shall flow from my mothers eyes,







    It’s not the coldness of my brother,



    Who kill me because he feels that he can,



    Dark as the night that the blood runs



    From the leaded bullets upon my chest.
    Know man knows the battle of war



    Until he has bit the bullet of death;

    It is not the horror that sets before me,



    However, the image a King has died,
    in those terrifying screams of death around us
    that remind me; another tribe has passed on.







    Plunge in a black body bag, another one out the way



    The hidden darkness that surface the face of a snake,



    Never realizing death for death, nevertheless one might



    Live upon the earth, and one whom moved on to a better place.









    The wind, the storm, the sun, waves fare well,
    it is not the satisfied look in my brothers eyes, he have



    Killed his brother, no sympathy that he express,



    The devils children have struck again, oh what a bitter



    Spaceman of a dead mind, who cannot control, the



    Leaded bullet of death, which rises upon the mid night



    Horror that lye upon my chest, the screams of thy mother



    Thy have killed my son.



    The rose have cuddled in a fetal position



    I shall never forget, the pain of thy birth,



    She have know position her self to the same event;
    those steady and merciless black fingers,



    with the hand on the trigger,



    know mercy, upon the beaded eyes of death,



    holding the darkness, that seeks my death;



    hell gaze me in the eyes, as the assassins



    plan my death, I have moved on,



    but unto I shall leave, I shall return;



    I shall live within the mind of;



    The assassins who stood before my death,



    If thy take thy life, thy take ones own,



    Eye for and Eye, tooth for a tooth,



    I shall return, I take my journey on the



    Black train who slowly drives upon my



    Space, the black smoke that spreads upon



    The skies, the engine call no return.







    And addictive drug call power,



    And anecdote call murder, a mind call



    Destruction, bullets call deliverance,



    Black trains call desire.




    I shall not die, the carcass is just a frame,



    I shall return when God gives the word,



    The brutal of the beast, has set a trap for



    Thee, the only pain I feel, the tears upon



    My mama’s face, the black dragon,



    Shall feel the whip of his own



    Dis regards, I am not dead the spirit



    cried from the grave.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    whewwwwwwwww! yes indeed this was outstanding
    flowing from the grace and power of God tyte drop sis
     
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    Sweet baby_face Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Can I get a AMEN up in here?
    That was amazing
    YR sense of pride of this piece
    is honorable
    I love this!
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    blessings and peace be upon your house
     
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    WOW, i am very impressed. very deep work Ashanta
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    blessing prizefighter and thank you :hearts2:
     
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