Black Poetry : the way things used to be

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  1. midnightsson

    midnightsson Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    The Way Things Used To Be


    I wish things were back the way, they were in the good old days
    before society and people became consumed with wicked ways
    instead of trust, virtue, and plain good manners
    its been replaced with envy, hate, and country grammar
    with integration came concealed, and premeditated hatred, I hate it
    I don’t want to revert back to segregation, just for people if they feel it... to say it
    so many stipulations, lies, and phony people, its irregular
    the true answer comes from breaking it down from plural to singular.
    It starts with ME...
    Can I shine through the murkiness that’s clouding our world?
    Can I teach all the fellas how to properly treat a girl?
    Can I show my son how to make the transition from a boy to a man?
    Can I keep my integrity and stay the way I am?
    I look at children playing and sledding down a snow covered hill
    and miss the childish innocense that adults don’t seem to feel
    I watch the horizon every day, hoping to see a change on the way
    strong men remind me of willows, they don’t break but they can sway
    my thoughts run like racehorses, going in circles and other geometric forms
    yet I rarely speak my troubles so im similar to the quiet storm
    beauty is found in the most unusual places, like the hidden treasure
    love can calm the wildest storm and bring forth peaceful weather
    I don’t know whether im weird or not for having these troubling thoughts
    but I do know that true happiness and peace, is something that cant be bought
    the trees whisper, the wind soothes, and birds sing lullabies
    but none of those bring the peace I feel when looking into my sons eyes
    I hope when he looks back, it’s a good man that he sees
    a good father in every child’s life would help things go back,
    To the way they used to be......


    Derrick H.
     
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    skrybe7 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Felt every word of this!
     
  3. blakverb

    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    that's real brother.

    "..strong men remind me of willows, they don't break but they can sway"

    i've said this a multitude of times. in all poems there is always a line that, to me, brings it all home and that line brought this piece to me.

    nice vibe
     
  4. midnightsson

    midnightsson Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thanx blak....means a lot to me..i like the comparison
     
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    Sista Steele Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    This is a touching piece. No, you arent weird for having those thoughts and no, you aren't the only one to have them either.
     
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    nicely stated... i believe thoughts like that run thru every parents'mind...enjoyed..
     
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