Black Poetry : The Innocence Of Revolution

blakverb

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A mother and her child walk
he states in excitement "Mom,
look at the beautiful candles"
the mother hurriedly walks faster
towards the "candles" so her child
can feel the heat of oppression
unleashed...after a while her
child replied "Mom, do you
smell that sweet scent in the air?"
and "Mom, do you hear all the sirens?"
and "people screaming...what's that
word "Justice?" the mother eyes begin
too well up swell up the banks of her
emotions are on the edge of being
overcome by the happenings of her
surroundings...the child just smiles,
they walk.....
..................
.....................
.........................her eyes have
become beacons of the struggle yet coated
by "painfalls" her inner self is
on it's knees praying to the Lord that after
this day a change gon' come....at least for her
child.....they get to the edge of optimism and
before them is a burning building surrounded
by the offsprings of oppression screaming,
"justice, justice, we are tired of JUST US"
the child gets caught in the rhythm that
accompanys revolution and bobs his head
without him knowing he has an inherent
connection with the proclamations of
"justice" for he is the next in line...
warrior for the struggle...in his innocence
the child picks up a bottle with the word "Molotav"
on the front and throws it towards an unlit
brownstoned "candle" and claps his hands in excitement
as the "candle" begins too burn.....the
mother knowing that revolution is necessary
kisses her son and walks away leaving him
in a state of adornment to experience what
revolution is...

(c)2001 blakverb
 
blakverb.....

This was so beautiful that when I first stumbled upon it
and I read the first few lines in my mind...I had to stop

Then start again..to read it out loud this time
To feel the texture of your revolutionary verse on my tongue
To hear the sounds of your well placed words on the line
To listen to the innocence of a child captured within the flames....

And afterwards....to watch the mother pass the torch...for her child to feel the pain...of revolution once removed...again

....Come sit with me and we will speak poetry.........

This was such a magnificent piece bv...really...an extraordinary scribe :)

*candle-light*
 
as a mother

of a black man child...

this piece contorts the heart of me through and through, especially:

"the
mother knowing that revolution is necessary
kisses her son and walks away leaving him
in a state of adornment to experience what
revolution is..."

have mercy ~ have mercy.

Thank you bv

3rd eye receiving much light this morning.

A
 

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