Black Poetry : In Search Of Oak

Hunter

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In Search Of Oak

The children came home
From school today
Asked me to help them
With their special project

To reconstruct
Their family tree

And I must confess
That I do not know
If our bark
Was ever as strong as oak

How do I begin
To pick up
The scattered leaves
And the broken branches
That lay before me?

Still
My children are looking
For me to guide them
And so
I will journey with them

In search of oak

I hold their hands tightly
As I walk
While they
Try to run and skip

And even though
I don't always know
Where I am going

I do know
Where I have been

And I am careful
Not to let them see me doubt

Because
I know that
I am a black woman
A mother
And a child

I know that
I am the future
Although my history
Was never told

I know that deep ebony
Includes all the shades
Of mocha-rainbows and me

That this intensity
Surrounding skin color
Has it's own unique legacy

Within the segregated walls
And underneath the sacred grounds
Of my very own black community

I know that
Oppression
Is my first cousin
And that
My sister's name
Is slavery

Still holding
My children tightly
(Sometimes they run and skip)

We feel the earth's breeze
Together
And I know instinctively

That there are a lot of things
About the world
And the wind
That I still don't understand

And so,
When my children
Come to me
For the answers
I will speak to their innocence
And say:

"In this world..
All you really have to do is to take the mask off the wind..."

Sometimes
It twists and weaves
The wind
Is wild
And unruly this way

When I was little
It roared
Through the islands
Like an angry beast
Eating up shingle-roofed houses
And old wooden shacks

But I survived

Other times
It sings
With a voice so sweet

And carries in it's breeze
The luscious smell
Of mangoes
Ripening in their trees

Even with the wind
The sun also shines

And after
Our journey is over
Then the special project
Will be complete

Then they will know

Everything

That I know

And why

Despite the wind
An oak tree

Still

stands


Hunter
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U NEED NOT SEARCH NO MORE
THE BEAUTY BEEN CAPTURED
U SEEK AND FOUND YA NITCH!
BEHIND THE HOUSE OF MANY FACES
IS WRITTEN BOND ON OAK TREES
LOOK THERE AND WITHIN OF KNOWLEDGE
AND SEE THE HISTORY OF FAMILY......
 

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