Black Poetry : My Grandma Cried Rain

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    My Grandma Cried Rain


    Wisdom-gray hair and lines that matched the grains in her gentle skin,
    The scars just to stay alive, I mourned, I cried I smiled,
    Sitting below her feet, as I rubbed them to sleep,
    As she spoke in a warriors voice;
    Listening to the history Of survival and strength,
    Ancestors I never knew, A cry for life , A cry for belief ,
    A cry for nothing at all , Just your belief in myself,
    that I shall give the aired bones,
    a going home palace, forsaken all those;
    who have lynched her through the corners of her mind.

    Felt the spirit Of a woman;
    who's history was my own, as she continue to feel the rope,
    of her off springs, which left me to bare
    arms. I sit upon the darken of the window,
    the rain from my mama’s eyes,
    the cry for the dear God, I wondered;
    why my mama birth me; all the hurt and pain,
    never knew my daddy, are mama, my
    grandma the rain from her pain.

    I feel inside Emotion not shown,
    my soul grows weary and my heart so weak,

    I sit as I gaze out the window trying to understand,
    birth of pain, that I shared with my mama,
    who I live, lord why the rain from my grandma eyes.
    Gray hair, wrinkles upon her hands, night she stumble
    through the room, trying to give me everything she never had;

    I took my hand above her brow, and kissed it gently,
    upon the light, the rain continued to poor from
    my grandma eyes. So many is the number of
    these repudiated souls ;
    So many times Rejected,
    of a mother’s love for every forgotten one ,
    There is an ocean of tears ,rejected of this world,
    He stands at Heaven’s gate with his arms outstretched;

    Never complaining to me about her pain,
    but I felt the pain through my heart,
    The ancestor of my heritage; treason upon their family tree.

    She gave me spiritual knowledge, and taught
    me about the almighty, as she held me tight,
    A blessing from God, but the rain from
    my grandma eyes, made me wish I was dead;

    My soul screamed and my body wept,
    and my sorrow, kept inside of the burning chest.

    Born of a mother Once enslaved By her own
    kind called daughter, as she held me tight,
    said son cry no more, Spoken from her
    olden lips, freedom she thought at the
    time of aging process, Freedom she song
    in silence upon her lips, the breeder of
    5 seeds, the lynching of 4, the treason
    of the last, that lived behind the 8/11 box;

    Grandpa has moved on, and grandma
    rears me on her own. The Church which
    was her home Emancipating generations
    of Children and many were not her own,
    I cry as she speaks, the olden crown;
    lynched by the seeds of her sacred grounds.


    My mind wonders in the depth of the night,
    Thinking about my ancestors, as
    the slave master took her babies
    from her breast, raping them
    at the age of 10, as their mothers sit back;
    in the darken cells, the seeds felt their mama pain,
    and to live it over again, by the seeds
    you gave life, lynched by the child
    who you birth, my present and my future
    Thinking about the execution of
    mind, progress, and my success
    Feeling nothing else but true happiness
    I've made it far Overcoming all,
    even that that wasn't planned for
    Only to overcome so much more
    I don't know what God has in store
    But with great enthusiasm for life
    I wait till he opens that door.
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Many have had grandmas step up to the plate when no one else would, where do they find their strength? Thank God for them. Keep giving us food for thought poet.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    Grandmother's been doing this for so long and thank goodness
    for that ..........this was well written and said sista thank u .....
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thank you my brotha an sister
     
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    Loved the title poet, this is powerful stuff!
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thank you my brotha
     
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    YO I LUV DAT BECUZ IT REMINEDED ME OF CHAPTERZ IN MY LIFE, I REALLY LUVED DA ENDING, KEY WORD " I DONT KNO WUT GOD HAS IN STORE 4 ME, BUT I WILL WAIT TILL HE OPENZ DAT DOOR, N WUD U BELIEVE IT DAT IM STILL WAITIN 4 DAT DOOR 2 OPEN, I MEAN SO MANY WRONG KEYZ DAT I HAVE TRIED WILL NOT DISCOURAGE ME, BLACKLUV AND BP
     
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    i dont know how i missed this my powerful sister. but im glad this had been up. keep speaking these truth on us my sister.:love:
     
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    Wonderful poet, just wonerful:love: :love: :love: :love:
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thank you for your comments.
     
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