UntitledA Poem by SugaFootI found this old poem while I was cleaning my house. I wrote it a few years ago but realy dug it as I read it and reintroduced myself to it recentlt.
I make no apologies for being the way God made me
I make no apologies for looking just like my mom,
both my grandmas
and all my loved ones
I am BLACK and I am comely,
So says the Rose of Sharon
God has looked upon me and BLESSED me
with BLACK…down to my soul
my bloodline runs thick with secrets/
stories untold
One could only imagine
the perils of that life/
loved ones bought
and others sold
eyes told truths
that mouths were forbidden to tell
and somehow,
we pushed on…
right through that white man’s hell
Imagine that/
she’s young, enslaved, and black
and she knows she comes from greatness
despite the seeping wounds across her back
forced to divert her eyes
and shuffle her regal stride
she hides her black pride deep inside
tucked away so deep,
her divine beauty remains as secret
as the tears she’s not allowed to cry
She is one of many
who carries the key of life/
dark as the tents of Kedar/
and as intriguing as the southern air at first light
self love is her strength,
truly divine,
so precious, it was,
even massa couldn’t break it/
every time he forced his way inside
and through all the pain,
making her way through the southern pits of hell/
she was blessed with new life,
in which God’s blessing would dwell
And, it is in the midst of agony, blood, and tears
that new strength sprang forth
amidst sociological fears/
kissed by the influence and strength
of God’s first
I am among the generations of those
whose skin tells the history
of Black America’s birth
~fin~
© 2008 SugaFootAuthor's Note
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Added on April 16, 2008 Last Updated on April 19, 2008 AuthorSugaFootAtlanta, GAAboutCool soul sista who writes with passion in her heart, the beat of a drum in her soul and knowledge in her mind more..Writing
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