Poetry (3)

Black am I

I am black and wonderfully made

I am black, not by choice but by the will of God

I am black, it is a fact I cannot control that

I am black; is it a sin?

No

because I am placed on this Earth to win

Win souls that are out of control, souls that are lost and cannot be found

Souls that have no hope because they are hooked on dope

I am black

Does it mean I should remain in the back

Sit and watch as our youths are confused by the why's, the who's and the abuse?

They have been refused and accused yet they have no excuse

They jump and prance as if they are in a trance

But only God can convict their hearts

I am black, beautiful and gifted gifted to do the will of God

To hear him when he calls, to see what's right from wrong and to walk in one accord

I am black, my colour reminds me, but I am anointed and appointed by the almighty to spread the word and I am sure the devil is disappointed

I am black, I am free to worship free to be who I want to be, a woman of God and a woman of integrity

Someone you can emulate because of my honesty, loyalty and Christianity

I am black, I reside on the south side, somewhere you refuse to drive because so many persons have died but if you should ever drive by please glance by the side

you will see me singing the sweet bye and bye

I am black, I am blessed and I must confess, if men should take away my assets, I will not get depressed because God is the best

He said He will never leave nor forsake me

He'll be there in good and in bad times

Not sometimes, but all the time

I hope you are not upset, even though the world is in recess

God has given us the chance to choose life over death

Black am I

I am black

- Stacie-Ann Goodison

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Beautiful woman

Woman black and proud

Embrace your roots

And bear fruits

The way you move

And the way you shape

Rich in flavour

And colour

Virtuous woman

I call upon you

You're ventilating

Beauty

Shines bright like a star

Pure

It's you the men treasure

Look in your eyes

Your skin blemished

Beautiful women

Like you

Must be adored

- Christena Williams

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When you called

I was feeling down and out

Felt weak, couldn't even move about

Felt sick, wish I had a night nurse

I was in bed but sleep wasn't around

Wish I was sleeping but dream couldn't be found

I almost went under

Phone rings, could this be her?

Could this be my dream come true?

Could this be my Boo?

Now I am smiling

I am alive again

Because she is at the other end of the line

Wish the only thing that existed right now was enough time

Enough time to talk, enough time to chat

But it was enough time to put a smile on my face

Now I am feeling so happy

Now I am feeling like I am on cloud 10

Now I am feeling like I want to jump over the moon

Wow!

When you called

By the way

Your call made my day

Please call again

- Roshain R. Greensword

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My ideal leader

He/she must be strong but kind and flexible in that same time,

Understanding what can be done not to get into dirt and grime

Slow to anger or not at all with strong emotion

Be able to see the other person's side

Without falling into wrong conclusions

Check yourself, are you a mouse or a dictator?

Open your mind for more wisdom, be a good mentor

That your people would love and be ready to follow your lead

Never be hated, ignored or feared for all your deeds

as he/she travels with no fear fifth gear ahead

full speed

- Mark G

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Who said?

No one knows the pain I feel when I know you're in someone else's arms

No one cares

Everyone is thinking one of us deserved it yet no one will ever say it

How can I love someone who takes love for a game?

I may love your laugh, the kisses, the adventures and especially the intimacy

But loving you shouldn't cause me heartache

Who said it's OK to settle?

Who said caring is sharing?

Well, I don't care who said it

Because I won't be doing it any longer

- Michelle Dwyer

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Twisted cycle

Sick and twisted

The way our young think

To have games and kill

They now call friends stinking link!

Really?

And then we wonder why they act and backstab as if it were first nature

When in truth and fact we are the ones who lack the ability to provide for and nurture

I shake my head!

At the sight of parents killing and abusing each other just like their mindless offspring

And then have the gall to accuse these mindless, ill-mannered souls of doing nothing

Oh Lord!

He's the one I can call

For now the most advanced group of mammals who proclaim to think, does it in a box so small

Our ideas like our children suffocate

Now we search desperately for someone to use as bait

Go head, blame everyone!

'Oh my childhood was a mess

because I had few friends, I had less success'

Feel sorry for yourself!

Wrapped up in your selfish toxin yes, sorrow

Do that and you, I, the whole world will not have a tomorrow

Rise above self-pity, don't drown in it

Because if you do, our youths' future will continue to be

Sick and twisted

- Yanique Taylor

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I call him Nick

He knows what I'm feeling

Even when it's not the same pain

Nick, I call him but Nicholas is his name

We met

Maybe it was by chance

Maybe it was by fate

But either way, his name is Nick

And I love him all the same

Some say we make a good couple

Better than Jay and Beyoncé

Call me wifey because I'm his fiancée

His name is Nick and he loves me

And we're still strong even through envy

Google your name 'cause I googled his

Victory of the people, that's what he brings

Nicholas and I

We will keep rising to the top

Until we succeed, we will never stop

Like warriors 10 centuries ago

Conquering the world

Fighting to victory

Till we make our own

- Meleisa Hylton

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Waiting to exhale

Jailed in expectancy

Choking as I squeeze into

Masks of the likely me, and my

Unshackled mind dashing 'til it's weary

Held above their heads like a crown

Brought to my knees, feeding hopes

Can my self-inflicted wounds of a third degree

Unlock my shackles and set me free?

Throttled blue, powerless to breathe

Blurry desires fading into confusion

Baptise in success' lime juice

While I please their hope

Will fulfilled purpose be bitter honey?

When success notes dry and there's no melody

Will

I still be jailed?

Waiting to exhale

- Maralyn Mckay