Black Poetry : untitled (for now)

[HODEE]

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."

Great write Poet
You sure you want to change it?
It is true what you see.
It is true what you wrote.

I have had simular thoughts.

Thanks for this.. flow Brother

 

[cherryblossom]

I liked the whole, but the last stanza is the most powerful for me!

 

[HODEE]

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

I can hear my Ancestors call in the deep of the Atlantic
and I am on the West Coast.

From the Coast of Africa thru the Middle Passage.
To every shore on the East Coast.
I hear the call

I hear the bones deep in the Ocean
still holding wisdom of a time long past.
Explaining that time will always continue
But memories embedded in our bones will last.