Black Poetry : "Why Black Women Cry"

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Why Black Women Cry



    Within these walls I cry,
    the nurture of Gods
    most precious jewels.
    Without thy God, I am nothing
    as I look through the stain glass
    windows of my dreams.
    I cry that marriage is no longer
    a treasure of my black king.

    I sit upon the alter
    as I talk to you dear God
    never I could remember,
    You ever turning your back on me.
    The misty windows of a foundation,
    call love is greater than thee.

    I cried for liberation
    as I pushed my man,
    further away from me.
    I the weapons of my own disbelief.
    I pray lord that one day.
    I shall be blessed with a husband
    with great love as you my lord.
    I am the mother and the father,
    I give to thee all the love a woman
    can give dear lord. Within the mist of my tears
    my man makes a fool out of me.


    I sit upon my bed post,
    with tears upon my eyes,
    I birth the most precious jewels,
    In the name of love dear God.
    I beg of you dear lord to wash me clean.
    I pretend that he is the perfect king.
    Within the scars I wear upon my back.
    The Blood in the palms of my hands.
    The resurrection of a wanted love.
    Castrated in dead black love.

    I in return will one day forgive me
    of my most dreaded dreams.
    I am nothing without you dear God.
    I thought I knew it all.
    Forsaken your orders I now feel the pain.
    I cry in the name shame.
    I loved my man dear lord as you said I must.

    Within the darkness of his mind,
    I am the dirt of the earth.
    I continue to love him even though
    the pain is severe, fearing lord to be
    Alone, not accepting the fact,
    I walk along my spirit is dead.


    Through the times of thy ancestors,
    who felt the crack of the whip.
    I dear God feel the pain of my past
    within the blood stream of my heart.
    The reversion that I relive,
    the curse of roots that portray
    the crack of the masters whip.



    The smoking of the heart,
    Flames burn within,
    Embracing each breath,
    The forest that goes without flames.
    The center of earth, the sounds of rebirth,
    dust-to-dust, ashes to ashes, I shall return.


    Hymns of heaven.
    I wake a fell of dark,
    Life in love, the sweet smell of joy,
    Dissolving emotions,
    Upon the sky’s,
    The harvest great smells of life.

    I am he, whom thy seek,
    Thou gravest love,
    From thee, who gravest me.
    Taste the scent of rebirth,
    Ashes that fall upon my feet,

    I sought the essence of peace,
    the calm heart, ashes before the dark,
    the thoughts that shivers,
    among the ashes which we part,
    the heavens open,
    with the song of great thoughts,
    ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
    flashing storms below my feet,
    the ashes removed by the wind,
    majestic intensity, of now an then.


    Some times I ask who am I to cry,
    As Jesus who loved all man.
    Who was betrayed by the roots
    Which continues to dye.

    I cry for the salvation of my king.
    I cry for the honor of my seed.
    I cry for the father that is not there.
    I cry for the lack of honor of my man.
    Whom refuse to acknowledge his own seeds.


    Through the mist of that night
    begging for me to give life,
    Betrayal of a love so pure,
    He now looks upon me with shame.
    I given all I could in the name love.
    The back door again has hit me in the face.

    Why is it so hard for man to understand.
    The power of a man is not his self made throne,
    But the loyalty that he has for only one God.
    The success of a man is not the shinning star.
    But how he nurtures the foundation of his home.

    The ego of a man is the destruction of self,
    when it is not in the response of pride an dignity.
    The wisdom of a man is not judge by education.
    It is judge by reasoning an common sense.
    The congregations of friends is not delegated by popularity,
    It is governed by the human kindness he represent.
    The love of women is not granted a star,
    If he dose not respect the one he is with.
    A man who fathers a child is not considered a father,
    If he a bandits his own seed,
    in actuality he is not considered a man,
    but a sperm donor with no regards of his own family tree.


    I again have been slapped by my own right hand.
    Am I to pretend that my man is forgiven?
    Am I to pretend I must fall upon my knees?
    And beg for his love and forgiveness.
    Am I to pretend I am not worthy/
    than a love which is respected.



    Give me your heart that I may find peace,
    Give me thy heart that the pain shall never enter,
    thy quiet place,
    Give thee thy heart oh thy pray.
    As I undress thee with love,
    in thy own sacred place.
    I give to thee the soul of thy on .
    I give to thee thy breath,
    that thy shall never feel pain.
    I cry the tears of thy pain.
    For thou shall never feel nothing but love.


    Take thy hand as I rub thy gentleness
    Take thy heart that thou may only feel love,
    I give to thee the key, only thou can hold thy love,
    unconditional forever thy be mind.

    The reason why black women cry.

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    cry cry cry !!!!
    the reason why !
    tyte scribe lovin it weep on black woman
     
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    oh i like
     
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    WOW!

    The reasons why we cry!

    Very nice.
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thank you
     
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    no thank u sistah ya pen is mighty then da sword indeed
    weep on !
     
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    that was awesome
    i really needed that
     
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    Sister, when you cry I cry & cry & cry.

    Very beautiful piece.

    Peace.
     
  9. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Blessings be upon your houses and the almighty pen shall speak the words of our God. Thank you.
     
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    this piece is- beautiful, is the only word i can conjure right now. kep flowing-
    peace-MsDy
     
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