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Thses are some of my favorite poets, and poems. Not everyone feels them, but It's all good, as long as I like them is all that matters.
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Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Maya Angelou
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One of my Favorite Poems, it means you don't have to be perfect to be seXXXy, just be yourself. |
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Why did you make me black?
Why Did You Make me Black?
Lord. Lord
Why did You make me Black?
Why did You make someone
The world wants to hold back?
Black is the color of dirty clothes.
The color of grimy hands an feet
Black is the color of darkness,
The color of the tire-beaten streets.
Why did You give me thick lips,
A broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did You make someone
Who receives the hatred stare?
Black is the color of the bruised eye
When someone gets hurt.
by RuNett Nia Ebo
Black is the color of darkness.
Black is the color of dirt.
How come my bones structure's so thick,
My hips and checks are high?
How come my eyes are brown
And not the color of 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 ain't right,
They don't like my hair.
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 everything 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 you see?
I didn't make you in the image of darkness,
I made you in 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 black stallion, a
Majestic animal is he.
I didn't make you in the image of darkness,
I made you in likeness of ME!
All the colors of the heavenly rainbow can be
Found throughout every nation.
But when all of those colors were blended, you
Became my greatest creation.
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 star's glitter in your eyes.
There is smile hidden behind your pain.
That's why your cheeks are so 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
that you love, they will remember.
Your structure is strong, your bone structure thick
To withstand the burdens of time.
The reflection you see in the mirrors-
The image that looks back is MINE. |
I guess this should be on the "Black" page, but this is another of my favorites, it makes me be proud to be a beautiful black person. |
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Choices.
If i can't do
What i want to do
Then my job is to not
Do what i don't want
To do
It's not the same thing
But it's the best i can
Do
If i can't have
What i want . . . then
My job is to want
What i've got
And be satisfied
That at least there
Is something more to want
Since i can't go
Where i need
To go . . . then i must . . . go
Where the signs point
Through always understanding
Parallel movement
Isn't lateral
When i can't express
What i really feel
I practice feeling
What i can express And none of it is equal
I know
But that's why mankind
Alone among the animals
Learns to cry
by Nikki Giovanni
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This poem tells me that you might think your stuck doing something, but you always have a choice in your own life. |
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