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Saturday, November 24, 2012

This Isn`t Love


You say you love me
But this isn’t love
The way you treat me
This isn’t love

I gave you my all
But you made me
Look small

I accept you
For who you are
Made you a part of my world
My friends even criticized me
Because of the royal treatment
I gave to this little black girl

This isn’t love, It can`t be
You getting pregnant
For another man
After you proclaimed that
All you had belonged to me
No way
This isn’t love

Think again
I made straight every corner
And every bend
It is on you
That all my hard-earned money is spent
But still you run off with
Some other men

You claimed you love me
But you redefined love
Because clearly
This isn’t love



Thursday, November 8, 2012

Obama for President

 
Obama for president! Obama for president!
The perfect White House has got
A new black resident

Obama we say, Obama all the way
Thank you America for voting
Obama today

This day in history
We have gained victory
How did a black man do it?
It`s still a mystery

Triumph at last
Our fears have passed
No more racial divide
Color or class

It was ordained
It`s no accident, that today
Barack Obama, an African-American
Is crowned president

Join the cheer, celebrate the fun
Open your eyes, a new era has begun

Our forefathers have smiled upon you
Because they see
What you have set out to do

To bring the change so badly needed
And to heed the cry of those
Who so desperately pleaded

Your steps are paved with gold
You have fulfilled the dreams
Of those from old
You brought forth a legacy
For future generations to behold

Obama for president! Obama for president!
The perfect White House has got
A new black resident


 **I wrote this poem four years ago after President Obama`s first election victory. Please pass it on as read and help spread the good news as we continue to celebrate another victory for our black president.








Thursday, November 1, 2012

Aren`t You Women?



Aren`t you women
Weren`t you loved and
Cared for by those you called family

How dare they be grieved?
How dare they ask you
To leave?
To not be a part of
This society, your family

You have every right
Like most of us do
How dare they treat you
The way they do

You are a mother, a sister
The mistress of a mister
You are the root of a tree
You were given lives
So you may give life
So who dare interfere with
God`s flow of life

You are strong
Your strength is
uncontestable
You are smart
But they say you are not sociable
Aren`t you humans?
And if they treat you
Like animals
Aren`t we all God`s creatures

You look sad
But tears is a language
God understands
So clear your eyes
Of the tears
Throw them on the ground
Throw them at the dehumanizers
Throw them here, there
And everywhere

Some day you will find peace, so be strong
Because it won`t be long
They will want to smile
With you
They will want to hug you, touch you
And know who you are
But pity their feeble minds
If they don`t remember
That you were that little girl, that woman
One who was never cared for, loved
Or accepted to be a part of
A family
In their neglectful society