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« on: August 04, 2004, 07:32:01 PM »

Revolutionary Greetings to the Collective!
I would have chosen African...but...I didn't write it...so...
I still felt I'd share it!

Yeefon Mawusi

Being Black is more like a feeling... like a feeling of pride that you get in your chest. I was sent this poem. This goes just a little way to explain what it means for me to be Black.... and proud to be.

Lord, Lord,
Why did You make me Black?
Why did You make me someone
The world wants to hold back?

Black is the color of dirty clothes;
The color of grimy hands and feet.
Black is the color of darkness;
The color of tire-beaten streets.

Why did you give me thick lips,
A broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did You make me someone
Who receives the hatred stare?

Black is the color of a bruised eye
When somebody gets hurt.
Black is the color of darkness.
Black is the color of dirt.
How come my bone structure's so thick;
my hips and cheeks are high?
How come my eyes are brown
and not the color of the daylight sky?

Why do people think I'm useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do some people see my skin and think I should be abused?

Lord, I just don't understand;
What is it about my skin?
Why do some people want to hate me
And not know the person within?

Black is what people are "listed",
When others want to keep them away.
Black is the color of shadows cast.
Black is the end of the day.

Lord, You know, my own people mistreat me;
And I know this just isn't right.
They don't like my hair or the way I look
They say I'm too dark or too light.

Lord, Don't You think it's time
For You to make a change?
Why don't You re-do creation
And make everyone the same?

(God answered

Why did I make you black?
Why did I make you black?

Get off your knees and look around.
Tell Me, what do you see?
I didn't make you in the image of darkness.
I made you in the Likeness of ME!

I made you the color of coal
From which beautiful diamonds are formed.
I made you the color of oil,
The black-gold that keeps people warm.

I made you from the rich, dark earth
That can grow the food you need.
Your color's the same as the panther's
Known for (HER) beauty and speed.

Your color's the same as the Black stallion,
A majestic animal is he.
I didn't make you in the Image of darkness
I made you in the Likeness of Me!

All the colors of a Heavenly Rainbow
Can be found throughout every nation;
And when all those colors were blended well,

Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool
Such a humble, little creature is he.
I am the Shepherd who watches them.
I am the One who will watch over thee.

You are the color of midnight-sky,
I put the stars' glitter in your eyes.
There's a smile hidden behind your pain
That's the reason your cheeks are high.

You are the color of dark clouds formed
when I send My strongest weather.
I made your lips full so when you kiss
the one you love they will remember.

Your stature is strong; your bone structure, thick
to withstand the burdens of time.
The reflection you see in the mirror...
The Image looking back at you is MINE!

-by RuNett Nia Ebo  
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One Love

« Reply #1 on: August 24, 2004, 05:07:52 AM »

Poem so powerful, it made me cry...


Blessed be..
Junior Member
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I am nothing with out my soul

« Reply #2 on: August 29, 2004, 05:38:09 PM »

Very heartsound poem, one can almost feel my emotions boiling over from reading it.....

Blessings and hotep, here's a similar poem

Black is how we feel within,
Black is in our genes.
Devide and conquer's on their faces,
trying to split up the Black race,
but Black is more than skin.

In ancient Sumer, a travelled asked,
"What became of Sumer's ancient Blacks?"
"They forgot who they were," was said to he,
and so they lost their identity,
so least we make the same mistake,
here's raphistory for keeping sake.

Black is a mysterious night,
silver stars o'er black velvet sky,
Black were the first parents of mankind,
from Ethiopia, 150,000 years gone by.
Black was the blue-black skins,
of Pharaohs, Kings and Queens,
whose blackness still remains,
in their mummy's melanin.
Pure Black was Khemet, Nubia, Punt, Ethiopia,
long before the barbarians defiled her

Black is the color of the original Gods,
Amon, Heru, Isis, Ausar and Aten,
Blacks were the people who made it all begin,
in Khemet, Ta-Seti, Nubia, Kush and Punt,
Harappa and Mohenjo-daro,
even Shang and Shia China,
Washitaw and Olmec Mexico,
Sumer, Elam, Tarshish,
Numidia and the Moorish,
Wagadu, Nok and Mali,
Songhai, Canaan and Swahili.
Azania and Zimbabwe.

Black is the pure color of melanin,
yes, its the substance which helps life begin,
protects the skin from aging,
and the rays of sun from burning.

Black is an inventive mind,
creating and making, not staying behind,
a trendsetter, a go-getter,
who survived the Great Atlantic Waters,
Black Moorish, West African, Bantu culture,
built the Americas and helped beautify her

Black are a people,
unique and original,
one million years of culture and civilization,
and the first of the homosapiens.

Black is the blessings of the glorious sun,
given to God's Chosen Ones,
Black is the hue of most others' Gods,
of the ancient Greeks, Mayas, Aztecs and Indians,
of the Madonna and Child of many nations.

Black is what we must remain,
for never must we blend agan,
and loose our glorious culture,
likes the Blacks of ancient Sumer.

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become reality.
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« Reply #3 on: May 09, 2005, 09:06:33 AM »

Pure Love. This poem brought a tear to my eye. Keep writing and posting, your briliant. And they say Balck people can't do anything Cool
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« Reply #4 on: May 16, 2005, 03:58:27 AM »

It ah good poem still...way dem seh tings is to make it wrong to be anyting but white.

i used to seh maybe dey da coloured onez & we da originals.
But now i see no color, all yout' muss rise up look past color & see inna dem Soul. Dat My yout' is ur Reflection ForIver.

Keep writin' Scrolls.
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