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Black Beauty’s Song (Appreciation Poem)

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Black Beauty’s Song (repost) and video

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Black Beauty’s Song

I sing on top of mountaintops

I sing at births and weddings

I sing at jazz clubs

in Hip-hop clubs

Reggae fests and

Auditoriums

plays and musicals

parks and supermarkets

bathrooms and bedrooms

I sing of into the night talks and 5 a.m. runs and walks,

of holding hands while walking through the mall

Of tender back of the neck kisses and gentle ear caresses that mimic it all

I sing of black on black love that stood through thrashes and rapes

A love that stood through hound chases and over the broom disappointments

A love that floated to the top of the sea, above tarnished ancestral bones

A love that passes through prison cells and ghetto walls

A love that crawls over mountains and dances through high

grass

I sing in your ears babies

On my knees baby

I sing of good mornings and restful nights

Red roses and bottled wine

Lingerie delicacies

Secret fantasies

Loud love and hushed moans

I sing of hope and resurrection

I sing of peace and friendship

I sing of warmth and comfort

I sing of kisses and tears

From blue-black to the lightest of the beige

From nappy to the nappiest

From the tallest to the shortest

From the thickest to the bony

I sing Black-Beauty’s Song

Loud and soft

Hard and tough

Black-beautiful-black

I sing, I sing, I sing

Because of my Mama and my daddy

Because of my grandmother and grandfather

I sing because of my daughters and sons

I sing because I got too

I sing because God told me too and because

Oshun blessed me too

I sing

I sing through tears of remembering and heartache from understanding

the pain of yesterday that creeps into today

but, I sing of rebuilding, mending, and feeding black bellies

of planting and watering fields of black hearts and souls and making them

healthy and whole

I sing Black Beauty’s Song and it sounds so sweet.

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Dear Black Man

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 How could I not love you? How could I not treasure your smile, your walk, your talk?The echo of your words reverberate through my chest.The shine of your eye highlights my mornings.The raise of your brow sweetens my coffee.     
  
Your Life
    Your Legacy
       Your Laughter
            Your Triumph
                Your Temperance
                   Your Tenacity
                      Your Vigor
                          Your Vitality
                             Your Virility 
                           Your Defiance to not be Defined
                        Your Dignity in a world that tries to Destroy you.
                      Your Depth of love for life and survival.
                    Your Pride 
                Your Patience 
             Your Purpose
           Your Essence 
        Your Excellence
      Your Expression   
 
  Black Man how could I not admire your courage? How could I not be honored by you? How could I not be humbled by your plight? How can I not shiver for you? Breathe for you? Be greater for you?      
 
Your Skin blankets my blues. Your Color is the melody of my life.Your Breath is my heartbeat.


                                            I love you, (truly I do.)         

 






		


			
		
	






			

			
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They Don’t Know
	


	

							

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They don’t know..they’ll never know.
They could never understand, they choose not too.
Our love is deeper than their comprehension





They just don’t know….





Let’s dance and shout and show them what it’s all about.
Let’s love in loud colors and blush down to our toes.,.
Let’s smile from here to Africa and laugh until new heavens are created.





Cause..they just don’t know.





They may gossip, they may throw darts, they may try to hush our love..
But..they just don’t know, they’ll never understand what’s rarely seen.





So…let’s show em. Let’s teach them, let’s love us so that they can be blessed to have at least seen love.



		


			
		
	






			

			
							
		

	
	

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Ain’t it Strange and Kind of Wonderful
	


	

							

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 Geveryl Robinson’s parents, Harvey and Catherine (nee Jones) on their wedding day, Sept. 6, 1957, along with her maternal grandparents, Elizabeth and Clarence. (Photo courtesy of Geveryl Robinson) 





 And… they say that (IT) can’t happen.





They say…(IT) never existed.





They say…we were born workers, to give birth to workers who work for other’s..other than ourselves. 





We accompany each other for just a moment in time. 





They say…that we love and leave..because we are incapable of truly staying.





They say…”Papa was a rolling stone.” but my daddy never left me. My daddy never left my Mama…and her Daddy never left her or her Mama.





So..who is this “They”?





Ain’t it Strange and Kind of Wonderful..that LOVE always exists? That LOVE has always been the main course on black dinner tables? Ain’t it Strange and Kind of Wonderful..that there has always been Black marriages, there has always been long-standing committed Black relationships? That sometimes next to single parent homes there were two-parent homes..the narrative was deliberately left untold. So it’s Strange..but Kind of wonderful to know that there’s nothing wrong with black households..there’s no epidemic of Black people being incapable of loving each other and marrying for life-times.





“They” just omitted it..to have more “workers”.










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		poetry
Black Beauty’s Song
	


	

							

			 mantra		
		
		

			

I sing on top of mountaintops





I sing at births and weddings





I sing at jazz clubs





in Hip-hop clubs





Reggae fests and





Auditoriums





plays and musicals





parks and supermarkets





bathrooms and bedrooms





I sing of into the night talks and 5 a.m. runs and walks,





Of holding hands while walking through the mall





Of tender back of the neck kisses and gentle ear caresses that mimic it all





I sing of black on black love that stood through thrashes and rapes





A love that stood through hound chases and over the broom disappointments





A love that floated to the top of the sea, above tarnished ancestral bones





A love that passes through prison cells and ghetto walls





A love that crawls over mountains and dances through high





grass





I sing in your ears babies





On my knees baby





I sing of good mornings and restful nights





Red roses and bottled wine





Lingerie delicacies





Secret fantasies





Loud love and hushed moans





I sing of hope and resurrection





I sing of peace and friendship





I sing of warmth and comfort





I sing of kisses and tears





From blue-black to the lightest of the beige





From nappy to the nappiest





From the tallest to the shortest





From the thickest to the bony





I sing Black-Beauty’s Song





Loud and soft





Hard and tough





Black-beautiful-black





I sing, I sing, I sing





Because of my Mama and my daddy





Because of my grandmother and grandfather





I sing because of my daughters and sons





I sing because I got too





I sing because God told me too and because





Oshun blessed me too





I sing





I sing through tears of remembering and heartache from understanding





the pain of yesterday that creeps into today





but, I sing of rebuilding, mending, and feeding black bellies





of planting and watering fields of black hearts and souls and making them





healthy and whole





I sing Black Beauty’s Song and it sounds so sweet.










Join the Movement