Black Poetry : Replanting seeds

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  1. blakverb

    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    When she was eleven
    momma taught her how
    to handle herself in the garden
    /hoe in one hand, shears in the
    other/ and seeds
    waiting to be planted to
    say hello to her in another life
    just
    wave to her in the wind

    When she was seventeen
    she tended to her
    own garden
    they said she had a "problem"
    spending so much time in
    an area where they did
    not know she found peace
    they ridiculed her
    and ostracized her very
    existence...dehumanizing her
    method of breathing
    took her voice from her

    she laughed at the hecklers
    and lived life the way that
    made her happy
    in the garden where
    she found sounds of
    life....

    When she was 25 she had her first
    child, a boy, a proud African prince
    by the time she made 40 she had
    three strong young men

    waiting to take on the world........

    ........she knew that the sad thing
    about plants is that one day they
    will die....death is inevitable she
    thought...........and she accepted
    this reality.......

    then the shots rang out the screams
    sang out and there was...her first
    born....mind torn...wanting to expel
    her feelings of a woman's scorn cause
    her "seed" has found a premature death
    out of breath the tears left her to spend
    more time in her garden/less time with
    her two remaining sons/they never let
    momma know of their discontent they
    wanted her to be happy/so it was best
    ,in their minds, that's where her days should
    be spent/planting/watering/wondering how
    her garden will grow now that her oldest
    plant has returned to it's creation.....

    a knock at the door woke her one morning
    after she spent the night worrying why her
    middle son had not made it home....sit down
    please, the voice told her, "I have bad news"
    another plant wilted that day under an evil sun
    that sent a message to her youngest one

    ....take care of momma/never really
    had time to deal with his feelings of resentment
    how his brothers had left him to face
    a savage world alone/ so he lived with his mind blown
    as momma sleeped/creeped to the neighborhood
    hood to get something to make him feel
    "all good"......

    too much pesticide killed her last plant that
    day.....she died in her garden of chrysanthemums,
    posies, lilies, philedandrons, and tulips
    while watering her plants with pain and sorrow
    with a hope that no longer saw tommorow

    the garden saw the beginning of her
    the ending and the dash in between
    she died
    doing something she loved replanting
    seeds.....
    if only they
    ................weren't of her flower.

    (c)2001 blakverb
     
  2. Da Street So'ja

    Da Street So'ja Banned MEMBER

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    i'm sitting here wit my moof open
    this was like a mini-movie

    it was moving along on that planting stuff

    then you get snuffed by reality

    yo the talents comes thru strong

    check your lines of communication


    DSSNY>
     
  3. Hunter

    Hunter Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    this one took my very breath away!!!

    This piece speaks of your depth...sensitivity...insight...craftsmanship...and so much more

    Take a bow poet....because everyone that reads this one...will stand and applaud you!!

    *balcony-scenes*
     
  4. GQ

    GQ Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    WoW!!!!

    Now Blak this is tight on all levels bro!!!!!!!!!!

    Without a doubt it's a 10 !!!!!!

    You write - I learn!!!!!

    Respect
    GQ
     
  5. LISTERSCRIBIN'

    LISTERSCRIBIN' Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    yes, i agree...this is a very nice piece, here. thanks for sharing this one with us.

    ~~~forourpoeticheartstoseeandlisten~~~
     
  6. alyce

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    this is outstanding work, brotha! You are more than a wordsmith, Poet! Much more. I agree with all those before me; see me standing in awe!

    a
     
  7. GA_Sunshyne

    GA_Sunshyne Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    My RoYaL BLaK-NeSs....


    can you say... Phenomenal?

    i hope you can... 'cause that's what this peace is.
    & judging by the comments before mine... i think
    it's non-negotiable. :)

    i continue to be amazed by You.

    OneLuv.
    Ga~.
     
  8. blakverb

    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Fam,

    I thank you all for the replies. I heard of this story this morning while getting ready to go to the slave about a woman who lost three sons to violence. My heart went out to her and the countless other mothers(and fathers) that have lost sons to madness. Once again thanks peeps.

    blak

    the anthology is gon' be tight work...rest assured
     
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