Why do you raise your hand?
You're not that smart.
Do you think you'll get a high-five?
Or maybe a star?
Why do you smile?
Do you think you're easy on the eyes?
With your broad lips of strawberry blend-
Blended skin-chocolate.
Do you-not you-you!
Do you think she is?
With wings...
Can she fly?
Can she still be fly?
First Love Yourself, they say,
With everything in you.
Be bold! Like your skin.
Strong! Like your ancestors.
Free like...
The men of the North?
We're not free.
Not to walk through the city of snow.
Nor to skip down the pristine slope.
But we can dance.
Dance 'round fires that speak.
Dance to the beat of the
Drums-heart-drums-heart-drums-drums.
We sound out of the silence
Covered in rags.
Rags of fertility, peace growth.
Rags of death-loss of the unknown.
We have regained our voice.
Voice of love, pain, sorrow, gain.
Voice of praise.
And poems.
Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk
And let flow out:
Black Folk Magic
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Their Unwritten Tales
RandomThis book is a collection of poems telling The Unwritten Tales of and through the eyes of various characters. In this book, you can find stories of pain, love, redemption, and much more. Read each poem with an open mind and open heart, and be part o...
