My Black Is Beautiful

 

My black is beautiful, my black is bold, my black has strength and my black has soul.

My black stands tall for all to see, racial taunts no longer bother me. My ebony rich skin glows brighter that than stars at night, a million eyes watch me, as I rejoice out. You see, my nappy hair, my jerry curl perm, creates that statement that I’m proud about, people try their hardest to silence me, but I swiftly regain my strength of doubt.

You see, my black is universal, my black is unique, my black has that rhythm of symphony that has you up on your feet. Loved by many but hated by most, my black is that beauty that people envy the most.

My black whispers the words of greatness, it defines the unity of our struggle.

It shines from the inside out, speaks with confidence and carries itself throughout the crowd.

My black has seen the future; my black has conquered the past. My black has inspired generations upon generations, to become the Kings and queens that they are.

My black is the product of our ancestor’s quest; we are the definition of what once was. You see, as I put my pen to paper, I hope you feel me cause, we can never truly be anything other than what we can be,
                                              and that

                                                is GREAT!!

                             So to all my brotha’s and sista’s, imma say this LOUD
                                       and STRAIGHT

                                         her black is beautiful

                                        his black is beautiful

                                         your black is beautiful

                                 AND MYBLACK……….. IS BEAUTIFUL!!

Written by Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade Copy Right Protected 2011

 

 United As One

Hear, The cries of my ancestor’s anguish. The taunts of words which have implanted its self Firmly within our core. The roots have sprouted but still our engine roars, Intensely.
For your voice.

Walk,

With pride

through obstacles and conflict. The tough ridges of uneven rocky roads will soon become paved. Let no being nore creature strip you of your dignity. As the trails of success will come in many forms.

For your strength

Take,

The courage of Martin Luther King, The wisdom of Malcolm X

The integrity of Rosa Parks

And believe the endurable.

For your self belief

Plant,

The seed of faith, Watch as its blossoms and fuses with the earth. For years the blackest of nights have shone without stars

But today the gateway to light will show you the way.

For your heart

Grow,

To perfection, demolish the poisons which threatens your growth.

Fly free amongst a flock of doves and capture the brightness of infinite stars.

For your body

Cradle,

The love of your children, let it carry you throughout your day.

Let them be the reason you reside and the reason you persevere

For your love

Embrace,

The power of your greatness

Sprinkle,

The elegance of your black beauty

Use,

Your mind as a glorious weapon, and hold on to dreams you wish accomplish.

You see, cadged birds are meant to sing a chorus words which echo around the world. Let your song be heard, let your poverty be our worlds affect.

And let the power of our lord continue to rain. 
 
Written By Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade

Product of a Black Man

I am a product of a black man, and he is a product of me. I am a product of his love and sensual creativity. See, I have love for my black man, because his love for his black sister is like no other. He frights for what he believes in, speaks his mind and keeps it real. When challenged, his assertiveness can illuminate a room.

His enduring strength is what captivates me the most, it’s a blanket of protection, its warmth feeds my brain, pumps blood throughout my veins, circulates my soul and stimulates my frame. See, I love my black man.  He strives to better himself, to nourish his mind intellectually, as well as productively. See he’s a blessing from god, a descendant from our kings and queens, leader of our tribe, warrior of success. He fears no man/one, Head of the pack, his pride never lets him down, although he can carry the weight of the world, his black sista always around.

See, he may stumble over a few hurdles, lose his way in life, and be misguided to what’s in sight. But he preservers and keeps his eyes on the prize, striving towards success.

My worrier, my prince, my king, and my solider your abilities are limitless. Your hands can accomplish any task.

You see, I bathe in your confidence; your kisses make me weak. My body yarns for yours as yours does for mine. See, I’m mesmerized!! Mesmerized by your board powerful shoulders, your appealing structure and your smooth buttery toffee skin.

I love the black man within. I love the waves in your hair, to the kink in your stare. I love the strength in your back, to how you hold it down like that.

I love your define chest, to your hands which caress, me, so passionately, I’m forever yours and so more. I love the swag in style, to the hip in your hop, the dimples in your cheeks, to that smile that makes me weak. I love my black man!! Raised by strong black women, your roots are firmly planted within the soil; See your fearless soul spiritual shows the depths of a true brotha in the making.

YES! There will be many who will call you slave, but the power of your legacy will not go in vain. 

You see, you are my unit, my strength and my friend, and you WILL sit upon your thrown and wear your rightful crown

                                                                 because you are a product of me,

and I will forever and always be,

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL, STRONG BLACK QUEEN.

     

  Written By Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade 2011 copy right protected