Black History Month Poems - Page 2

when I watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting, surrounded by the smell
of too old potato peels
or
when I watch you
in your old man's shoes
with the little toe cut out
sitting, waiting for your mind
like next week's grocery
I say
when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman
who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand up
through your destruction
I stand up

Poverty stricken youth jus trying to make a buck
mom working two jobs and pops don't give a f**k

daddy never comes around
at night the only sound

that can be heard are the sounds of the ghetto
drug dealing, gang banging the sirens of the po po

he finds himself posted on the corner slangin dope
to him it seems like the only hope

to finally get off the block or stay at a dead end job with no raise
so on the corner he stays

high school dropout with no time for class
time at a desk could be spent in the spot making cash

scarface dreams are clouding up his mind
cocaine sales taking up his time

greed has polluted his brain, spirit, and soul
hatred and a heart as black as coal

have takin over him what is he to do
no one gives him an answer looking for a clue

looking to the sky for some kind of sign
all he can see is a life full of crime

until the day the cops get him or his enemies catch him in the wrong hood
wearin the wrong colors, throwin up the wrong signs if he could

change things he'd do anything for a second chance
times up he has a dance

with the devil that's going to last an eternity
another soul lost, but others see it as another victim of poverty.

Black, beautiful, intuitive, and strong,
The matriarch, the stabilizer, the Earth's backbone.
From the beginning she excels, determined to survive.
In her womb the seed of trillions through the ages she will provide.
Unfazed by obstacles, perpetual is her drive.
Kings, queens, all royalty alike
are inherently in her bloodline.
Against all odds she presses on.
Not a moment does her love wane.
She looks down through the annals of time
And realizes she must maintain
Her aura of invincibility, her spirit of strong will,
Her disposition of I will succeed
Regardless of the mountainous hills. 
She is black, bold and beautiful.
Her strength personified from birth,
She is the matriarch, she is our mother,
the backbone of the earth