Her tears drip drip dripped down her face like a leaky tap unable to sustain itself Her emotions were a whirlpool churning up inside her though she vowed not to become a black hole devoid and empty She was teetering on the edge of complete insanity it was not a man to rescue thee but…
Tag: Poetry
Emotion
Rain fall He drenched my earth with his rain saturating me with essence felt like we were in the middle of the Amazonian rainforest of the trees could tell a tale that would say we saw everything our sounds echoed by the trunks and the brownness and sweetness was rivalled by our melanin becoming one………
All seeing eyez
What do you see when you look me Do you see the struggle that I live and breathe Each day I pray for change but it’s as if I’m praying in vein I see no change You love me for my greatness it becomes my blindness And hate me when my eyes are wide open…
Mama Africa
I saw her ankh across her neck And I thank jah for I am blessed I feel in love with her from her halo of curls Down to her nose she resembled a Phoenix in a land called Egypt Her lips, her lips appeared as soft as a new rose Her smile more beautiful then…
Am I your enemy?
What do you see when you look at me? When did I? When did we become your enemy Was it when we ruled as kings and queens in our empire across the African seas Or was it when we saw you across the shore in your slave ships called Jesus Or was it when you…
The awakening
He woke me up to a new idea of love Someone I never expected before, but his absence makes me want him ever more Opened my heart like the leaves of a new rose in full bloom He woke me up to a new idea of love I was a dove soaring in the sky…
Black girl magic
I’ve never seen before such a rainbow of pure magic, like I opened my eyes to a new universe and the pretty colours took me on a journey of new discovery It’s like God created the palette of gold black and brown, and gave each black girl a glorious crown Stand strong little sistah and…
Black woman
I’m a black woman unashamedly, unapologetically, my sophistication can never be duplicated I walk with a stride, my effortless glide, I walk uniquely spread apart like the roots of a tree, I can only be me I’m a black woman there is nothing you can tell me, about me, my creativity is is my positivity…
Black girl chronicles 