Black Poetry : untitled (for now)

[carsonh]

These are just a few lines from different parts of a new poem I am working on. I will post the comleted piece in the critiques section as soon as i finish it up. Just looking for some feed back and thoughts on if the family is feeling it.


"in the breaking waves i hear whispers,
whispers of my ancestors"



..."and though perrched on the shore of the caribbean sea
afrika is a part of me
deeply
consciously
spiritually
eternally.

morbid though it be
it holds a certain comfort for me
knowing that im never alone by the atlantic sea"...



"...whispers turn to screams
the ancestors cry out
afrika cries out
her children stolen
her womb left barren..."



"...you may think its in my head
because you dont know about spiritual continuity
so to you my ancestors are dead
but no, there is more
my ancestors are stored in me
ancestral knowledge and power make up my core
it flows through in my blood
and is written from bone to bone
and when the waves break my ears become a rosetta stone
translating what was (hidden) internal
into english - silently (internally/mentally) audible
tuning me into knowledge ancestral
spiritual power eternal

selah."

 

[watzinaname]

So eloquent and powerful poet, made me envision the voices living and breathing within those waves. Looking forward to reading more.

 

[Da Street So'ja]

um

i'm feeling it

very spiritual

very deep

it lifted me so i know i felt it

lol

 

[$$RICH$$]

awesome write very uplifting to da soul

 

[carsonh]

thanks for the feed back family...the entire piece (pre-edit) will be posted soon