Black Poetry : Know More Blood, Know More Tears


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Jan 15, 2003
Brooklyn N. Y.

Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain,
Have I not been bound in chains?
Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain
Have I stood at the crossing to bare?
The pain, for who so ever break the link
Shall we both smother upon the clad brace?
Chains Have I not felt the sender, the burning
Chains that brewed the slave master,
Raping me of my dignity, but I stood
Tall as woman, I shall die as women
Ain’t know walls to sheaf the pain;

Where there is dust, there shall be ashes
Where there’s death, there shall be grieving
Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain
Have I not felt the ashes, and sender?
As thee my king, the same that once till dawn
In the holocaust of my breed, the same
that once till dawn I carried the load of an un civilized summary
Ain’t know doors to sheaf the pain.

Have I not felt the pain of you my brother?
Have I not cried the same song?
Have I not watch my babies
Descended in this holocaust call revivals?
Ain’t know doors to sheaf the pain
So now the walls close in
Seeking for shelter to heal
Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain

And somewhere there is dust
Deep in de’ heart, if I can wipe away
I give unto thee in my blood
Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain
And I lie far and below, hoping
That our walls embrace, to
Bring closure of this pain, my tomb
Is awaiting the spirit to close
Joining as one, the strength
Shall widen the walls;
And I lye upon the Nile, from de’
Slavery cost, and where it was the
Plantation closed, for we must
Embrace and reached beyond
The ivory cost, and let thy heart
Heal each other close

And there is was the ship went down
Drums of the death song
But yet I swam upon the sea
And broke the chains upon my feet
And carried my babies far and above
The seed of my nations, I raised upon my head

Ain’t know walls to close
I am you and you are me
The pain that lives within
Ain’t know walls to close.
My fate was to drown
My fate was to cry
My fate was to die
My bounty life rise
Ain’t know walls to close the door.

During the duration of ancestors, through
the mighty pen, the ancestors wrote about the life as a slave,
it is un fortunate that we as a people
Continue to sing the same songs. Through time we continue to accept the negative fertilities of wanting to be slaves, nevertheless freedom has already been given through God, such a catastrophe we continue to teach our children, that they are less than a people, by feeding them with toxins, that they shall continue to fight for freedom, freedom was
Came with the proclamation of life, pain that continues to flow threw the blood stream, assist to human mental suicide, views of who and what is the black man. Nevertheless, our ancestors felt the crack of the whip, they continue to write the words of freedom and fought that man would no longer, emancipate the theory of them being slaves, Harriet Tubman, Soldier Truth, Phyllis Wheatley, poems in which they continued to up lift the Negro’s in a time of slavery, bitterly pleads for freedom from slavery.

Almighty power of the pen, victory of the spoken words, Spirituality, the blue print of survival, believing in one God, poetry was for the cause of abolition and freedom, a will to live, under all odds, dignity without cowardly conformity, poetry was dedicated to slavery and its abominable practices and abuse.
You have brought me to tears
There is no wall to shelter pain,
And even through all the pain
We stood and pray to be saved
And the prayers were heard.
The pain we went through
Was to strengthen us. For the days
That is here right now. To stop it
To stop it from ever happening again.
We now know the language and the education
Of the ones who took us away. We now under stand the
Level that they would go through to chain and bond those
Who fundamental nature is pure and blind from cruelty.
So our people had a tough education that is carrying over
Hundreds of years. We have to learn and use all our tools
To make sure it will never ever hapen again
I send love to you dear sister.

very very

powerful my sista very powerful

i feel your passion

and appreciated

and agree with your stance here

such power

i love it

and this quote too

I am you and you are me
The pain that lives within


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