Black Poetry : when i became a man.

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  1. j'hiah

    j'hiah Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    i recall the sunny days i had on the playground
    the sand
    the swings
    the merry go rounds- careless.

    you remember
    spring and summer, slip and slide we would take a timeless glide...
    fun was free as we would climb the tree, telling secrets
    but it was always a snitch "oohhh i'mma telllll, mamaaaa!!"
    on his way down the tree
    i'm like " man don't tell, ah hah that's why you fell :tongue:

    but now...

    this backyard is different
    this playground is different with hovering teal skies
    the "dirt"
    the "swings"
    the "un-merry go rounds"- careless?

    i think now that my mother was behind me
    pushing that swing watching my joy and laughter preparing me for the thereafter blur all the while knowing i'd need a strength stronger than her to push me through these swings of life..

    she knew that the sand would not be the same
    and that later hassles of life would destroy my sand castles...

    she knew as she spinned the merry go round
    that greater forces than her would soon spin me around and around and around until
    i'm dizzy
    i'm sick
    in her ears is a different sound of a little boy...

    a little boy who has grown to understand pain is the doorway to joy.

    and for joy i have to throw away all of my toys.

    it is peace i seek i can't find in my boys
    it is satisfaction i need that i not even the girls could fill
    this "playing field" does not have those same thrills

    this playground is real where men make noise between grief or relief...
    it has a hill to heaven and i did not see this hill when i was seven
    but she did....

    but now that i am a man i wish sometimes i were that kid
    careless
    free
    and i can see that she knew that one day i'd be climbing a different tree...
    of life.


    "when i was a child i spake as a child, i understood as a child, i thought as a child but when i became a man i put away childish things."- paul, 1st Cor. 13:11.

    peace.
     
  2. Lahana Mysteria

    Lahana Mysteria Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    A necessary burden...perhaps
     
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    MADDRAPPER Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    outstanding loved the imagery it was true to the bone loving this for real keep repping and it's nice thanks for the read
     
  4. msluciousb

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    SWEETLY WRITTEN

    I loved this poem more than words can say...
    So I just "BLESS YA HOUSE"!:heart:
    *And what a fine man you've become...
     
  5. j'hiah

    j'hiah Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Lahana,
    a necessary burden, but not a total burden.
    thanx for readin'.

    MADDRAPPER,
    glad you could dig it.
    thanx for readin'.

    mslusciousb,
    your pressence is felt no doubt.

    thanx peeps.
     
  6. hi-wa

    hi-wa Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    j'hiah-
    u spoke to me directly this A.M.
    thanx for revealing some of the truths
    of making the transitions from a boy to a man.
    couldn't have said it better myself....

    hw
     
  7. cocobutterskyn

    cocobutterskyn Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    This is a great piece.
    I second MsB's comment....
    a fine man you are. :)

    Scribeaboutit!
    CCBSKYN :heart:
     
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    so true J'hiah ... I don't think there are many adults not occasionally wishing for those childhood days again ... with such evidence, you'd think we'd let our babies be babies for as long as they can ...

    thanks for sharing our Dear Featured Poet of the Week :)

    :heart:

    Destee
     
  9. shaz

    shaz Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Well written poet, I really like the poems where you can insert yourself and remember the experience personally and this is one of those poems.
    Thanks poet
     
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    deepgrrl Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    This is a truly beautiful piece. I read it several times just to allow the reflections, the parallels, the words and rhythms to wash over me. I loved your simplicity of language, and how it evoked such powerful images. This was a joy to read. And of course, your insights were truly moving. Stay strong.
    Peace and Blessings,
    Deepgrrl
     
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