Black Poetry : My Mama Tears

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    My Mama Tears

    Children I have come in this mist of darkness, too tell you the story of the old muddy waters, that have risen upon my chest, oh but through the darken silhouette God brought, oh the moon I cry, the sun I cry, the harvest I cry, to live I die, far beyond the steep of da’ Smokey trail, the sun up so hot, the night too long I cry, for all the things that come, I stand to the sun, In order peace may come, look down beyond, cry know more, my face cry, the sun cry, the roots die, but I still cry, I worked de’ field, de blood upon de hand, but yet the lord stood by, and wipe the tears that appear, for the day I learn, the sacrifice I bring, bringing cotton to the field, de master await his meal, oh but I cry, the sun cry, the moon cry, I cry to die.
    Six hundred years in the deepest south, learn my lesson knee high, my Chilean snatch from my breast, isn’t I a women, Isn’t I a women, stood it all, but upon this mountain stand, de lord put the savior upon my house, fore the day shall come, I shall be free, de’ taught me strength I fear not man, so Chilean I stand before the mountain top, I bring wisdom to your house of reform, but yet I stand a pledge to thee, for the savior shall bring you cross soon, in this life one must offer self, the savior offer life for us, look at me high, look at me low, look at me mighty soldier of the lord. Deep Upon my breast I open the passage that you may rest, upon this sorry race, I am the dark black girl, the mother pearl, the warrior through hell, the soldier upon the Calvary of de lord.

    Oh my children cry, oh my children cry, through my children, sold and rape, used as the animals upon the master gates, Oh but yet I remind self, who am I to cry, the savior died upon the cross, I am nothing without the de’ lord, I was on the testing ground, who is the savior, I cry out loud, as the pain and the blood drip down upon my side, freedom say his name, freedom, say his name, freedom say his name, Now, through my children, young and free, de’ master said I need not read, de master law said I the slave, but de lord said books not needed, I give you the blue print of my house de master was a fool, he not know the lord gave me wisdom t o apply, I de graduate of God house, know weapons, know Satan can hold me back, I de graduate of de University of De’ Almighty God house.







    NOUMI ARTS COLLECTIONS
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    AUTHOR JACQUELINE AMOS
    COPY WRITE 2007


     
  2. watzinaname

    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    To know God is to know self. As mama always knew, God can raise us up beyond our struggles. I appreciate your words sister poet.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    knowing him is knowing you this was awesome
     
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    Yes my sister...I must agree with Sister Watz! Very well written!
     
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