| Author | Message | ||
     Val H. Roberts Rating: N/A |
To my baby love (letter to an unborn child) Black mothers truly know tight fear. Of running barefoot on blood- drenched Stairs, and seeing coffins in dreams Yet, you are in me and still I ask Jah, how? How Can I bring you into such a world? Black boys never survive in the white mans’ world Where aids, crack, and trees spread fear And black Knights are spent, knowing how, Turning you out, melanin, sun-drenched Skin, taking me deep into a pool so still, That nightmares keeps smiling within my dreams We are born in desperation and chain-linked dreams Tearing our hearts out to feed the worlds Street corners, graveyards, and jail cells, still That’s it? Pool stick, broom stick, 41 times one fear Standing framed or running blood- drenched. They, go back to the burbs, while we go to graves knowing how Laughter can’t never render peace, realizing how Ritalin is some fools answer, yet wrapped in dreams I.C. U., pink and blue, and I stop. Waiting to be loved-drenched And appreciated, living vital in this world. Yet we play the game, feeding hungry monsters our fears Hoping that escape will be there for you, still Knowing that there is nothing but western sunrises, still Imbued in true lies, land of the free, telling me how I am free to be brave and end the fears And the suffering of lost dreams Tripping on gas fumed hopes for my world While black babies crown malt-drenched Cold flats with roaches for dinner, cum-drenched Junkies giving blood and bearing still Born crack heads, daring to gain insight to an alien world. Selling missionary positions and head bobs, learning how Unlicensed pharmacist mix medicinal dreams Of souls creeping in darkness without fear. Sweat-drenched dried to the bone tales of how, Black survival is possible, still living that dream In amerikkacs world, that, we, can, still-born, Melanin babies. Without fear. Val H. Roberts | ||
| ssmoothe Rating: N/A |
Wow! Val, that was powerful! | ||
| RED Rating: N/A |
You should make this a short story Val Roberts. It has lots of depth. | ||
| Cynique Rating: N/A |
Now this is a good example of what I would call free verse using the poet's own original imagery and style. ABM should take note. | ||
| Kathleen Cross Rating: N/A |
blood-drenched sun-drenched love-drenched malt-drenched cum-drenched sweat-drenched tearing our hearts out... still living that dream... VAL your piece is AWESOME. painfully AWESOME. AWESOMELY painful. | ||
| Cvhrpoetics First Time Poster Username: Cvhrpoetics Post Number: 1 Registered: 01-2004 Rating: N/A |
greetings to the folks that read my piece and left such positive feedback. As a novice your encouragement is most welcomed. Peace |
