Poem 4 Fish ~ When I Write This Poem
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For you, Black Man . . .
When I write this poem for you,
Black Man,
I will scribe it,
In a sense,
with quiet hesitance.
As delicate words fall from my lips,
soaked in your daunting essence,
I won't speak of surrender.
Nor of the memory of Hershey planes imploding within me
while in your presence
No.
When I write this poem for you Black Man, you will know.
I write it from my heart,
And only for you.
When I write this poem for you,
Black Man,
I will be writing it as I walk through a maze of Hows;
How will it be to hold a Black Man
How will it feel to hold a Black Man's hand
How will it taste to kiss his soft, enticing lips
How will it be to know a King
Again?
It's been such a long time since I seen you, Black Man.
Passed you by just the other day,
Didn't recognize your face,
But my heart knew
It had seen you,
Black Man!
When I write this poem for you,
Black Man,
I will be on a journey to discover the 'Why':
Why are you so fine? Not just in the physical but the workings of your mind!
Why have you survived and continued to build
Black boys into MEN,
NATIONS from a time when
You were conquered by those who hated
Who subjugated
And devalued you?
Why have you continued to love strongly the Black Woman
In all this?
Why?
When I write this poem for you Black Man, I will write it as a promise.
As a simple premise
To leave behind that which has weighed me down
All the Pain
The Hurt
The Fear
The Tears
Moments of sheer Disregard
For your heart
I will discard my Baggage
And open my soul
And I will know, you have felt these 'feelings' too!
I will know,
Poetically
That Pain, Hurt, Fear, Tears and any other words that emote
Are just that,
Words.
Black Man, when I write this poem for you, I will think in Want:
Want you
Want to laugh with you
Want to experience déjà vu
Want to make memories so true . . .
It's been such a long time since I seen you, Black Man.
Passed you by just the other day,
Didn't recognize your face,
But my heart knew
It had seen you,
Black Man!
When I write this poem for you Black Man,
Day will become night
Sun will compliment moon.
I will think of the Black Man,
YOU &
I won't wonder . . .
If this poem I wrote for the Black Man, for YOU
is through!
HoTeP!
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Aaawww! Ty, Jenubouka! Much appreciated! :)
i don't mean to be disrespectful but it sounded like you just ripped blackness away from a lot of brothas... personally, other than my two ignant but in different way best friends, all the other black people i know (alot) are church folk, and they worry more about spiritual goodness than the ripped muscle of physical appearance, whad do your boys representing where they ain't shirtless... extra medium to create the illusion... Ps I voted you up and gave you an awesome credit ... i read half of I writer too but it's more nonfiction mental bio a prose ars poetica so i lost interest and read a poem... it was written very good though, you feel like a young sista souja FOR REAL
I disagree with Shaisty-Chase-Tea, there is quite a poetic tune here, especially during the verse "why" "Nations from a time when".... I took the physical appearance of the images as what they carried on the inside, that no matter how they were beaten down, the inner and outer shells remained strong willed. As they say Beauty is with in to reflect the with out
@Shaisty-Chase-Tea, you know a writer will always have his/her critics, poet as well; that's all good ya know. This poem was written for a 'brotha' who I cared about and in no way could I rip tha blackness away from him cause he is too real. To large, in his own right. Maybe my adding the pictures in a way represents him, he is a redbone, maybe they are just for me, because I like to see a fine brotha every now and then. I hope church folk will read my poem and respect that I am a poetess and laud me on that alone. I will tell you this, I have strong Black Men in my family, I have loved strong Black men in my womanhood, and I will write poem after poem for them because I respect them. I hope there are not Black men but African American men reading this poem as I write this and I hope they understand I may have written it for 1 but it is for them all. It is for Fish, Willie G., Willie L. (R.I.P.) Dominic C., Maj. R.A.C., Lenny W., Sandy W., Theodore H., Dr. J.A. H., etc., Giggles, I love them all! Peace!
P.S. Thank you for reading my work, I will definitely read your hubs with a fine eye. I thank you for the vote up and the awesome. Once again, Peace!
Hi hi Jenubouka, thank you for the support and the appreciation of this particular piece. I love your interpretation of the pictures and although not my own thoughts I accept your perception on them. I just thought they were fine! Giggles. Peace. :)
Well that too...
@jenubouka Smiles!
I love your style and your expressions, I think you have touched on the beauty of a black man, the pics you use are beautiful. and I think beauty is defind in the eyes of the beholder.and I think our art through written page is inspiring of many other situations not just our own, ,sometimes the reader may loose sight that this piece does not have to be our experience but someone elses ,we are inspired artist some of my poems are a man view.thanks for sharing this piece.
Interesting post
jenubouka Level 8 Commenter 8 months ago
Awesome, very intricate. True poetry.