Tag Archives: Black

lil Black girl… [POEM]

little Black girl
dark chocolate Black girl
color of midnight,
and purple
look just like oil
hue just like soil
ole tar baby complexion,

What you doin’ with all that perfection?

having no idea
how incredible your charcoal ebony mix
that is treasure you covered in lil Lady,
priceless, and worth every cent

sable, just plain ole pretty
deep river of magnificent
you sure are something to behold,
and we’re all just witnesses

want to show ’em
what color is behind their blink
you tell ’em your story
written in pure, unfiltered ink

little Black girl
incredible Black girl
amazing Black girl
unparalleled Black girl

You better be unapologetic,
Black girl

Who called you poor and ugly?
as rich as your melanin is
that ain’t nothing but black gold,
and you tell ’em it is!

you tell ’em with them lips
them lips kissed with soft and warm
you tell ’em with them eyes
them eyes so piercing forward
you tell ’em with those cheeks
them cheeks so sculpted well
you tell ’em with that nose
that nose full, what good you smell?
you tell ’em with them shoulders
them shoulders you carry strong
you tell ’em with your back
that back running dark and long
you tell ’em with those thighs and hips
thighs and hips that carry worth
you tell ’em from your womb
it’s your womb that carries earth
you tell ’em with them hands
them hands that hold the day
you tell ’em with those legs,
as them legs just walk away

… on your way to GREATNESS,
little BLACK girl

BLACK means RICH
BLACK means DOMINANT
YOUR BLACK ain’t oppressed,
YOUR BLACK is OPULENT

little Black girl.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

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Bruh… [POEM]

Where are we?
Where do we stand?
Who amongst is for us?
Do we know we can?

Bruh,

I believe in you
I believe you
I’m proud of you,
Just know…

I see you
I’m supporting you
I will follow you,
Just go!

I’m here
I’m available
You can trust me,
Indeed

Don’t be shy
Don’t think you’re crazy
Don’t be ashamed,
Just breathe

No pressure,
No stresses
No problem
too much

You can do it
It can be done
You need to,
just once

Bruh,

There is a world without our best interest at heart
and somehow we let that world tear us apart
Systems and societies that were built on our strength
took advantage of our loyalty,
then sold us on myths…

You are no less capable or able to do
Your manhood is worthy, and it should be worth it to you
Your dreams, Your goals, Your hopes, all valid
You deserve to be recognized, YOU are YOUR talent

Statistics and stereotypes,
assumptions and lies
There is a plan to destroy us,
with schemes to divide
The messages, the images,
the perceptions, the news
These things are deliberately intended for you

Bruh,

There was a history before the history they gave us
There is a history where they hadn’t enslaved us
There is a history of brotherhood and common belief
There is a history of rich tradition and culture,
men who looked like you and me

There is no reason for us to hate one another
You can believe in yourself and still support my dream
You don’t have to take one or the other

No God said that we had to be the same
but a devil would have you believe such a thing
You are entitled to your feelings, opinions, and quirks
Bruh, I understand
for you, that is what works
But we’ve been divided and conquered on an idea that we must
or that our color is somehow a shade of distrust
they say we’re crabs in a bucket, or animals encaged
but placed in buckets or cages, what should we display?

Fighting is not first nature or course for our kind
The savage we portray is based on the times
Violence and hatred, confusion and lack
That is not us family, none of that is black

The jealousy, lies, deceit, despair
all learned behaviors outside of who we are,
We inherently care

We love our women, our children are pride
Don’t let this world persuade you different,
I know you want to provide

Being forced to fit where it is not possible,
The plan has long been to subject you to ridiculous obstacle

Back to the wall,
feet to the fire
We were taught lessons that won’t get us hired!

And then asked to blend where we are innately bold
labeled outcast, overbearing, obnoxious
or so we are told

Our style, our flair, the way we speak
What makes us different is what made them cheat

But we are copied, examined, studied, and shown
Do not settle for someone else’s idea of who you are,
Your greatness is known

You have every right to who you are,

I believe in you
I believe you
I’m proud of you,
Just know…

I see you
I’m supporting you
I will follow you,
Just go!

I’m here
I’m available
You can trust me,
Indeed

Don’t be shy
Don’t think you’re crazy
Don’t be ashamed,
Just breathe

No pressure,
No stresses
No problem
too much

You can do it
It can be done
You need to,
just once.

-see

©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Somebody Say Something [POEM] {VIDEO}

Before he walks out that door
And before he tries a joint
Before he gets drunk for the very first time
Before he makes up his mind to make a point
Before he loses his virginity
Before he gains a reputation
Before he is influenced by the world around him
Before he forgets his way and finds himself waiting,
For a bus
that’ll take him where he has to be Rather than where he wants to go Because no one ever paid attention
To him
or what he was doing,
So before we let him go . . .

Somebody Say Something

Somebody say “Hi”
before he tries it
And show him what it means to not be focused
And just remind him that he doesn’t need Marijuana to manifest–
rather tell him now Hemp is hopeless and I hope this is no knock to those who feel the need to make herbs a dietary supplement
But I’ve done a study of my own
and statistics show
that an altered state of awareness may enact subsequent failure
and there is no need to tell you
how many brothers have already smoked away chance after chance to advance in a society that stands on a platform that pales in comparison to anything right–
but for just these moments we might want to oblige–
if not for our people,
let’s just say it’s for our pride
So we can be proud of him
because he stood for something
and couldn’t stand smoke
So he never started smoking
and as a child he realized drugs were no joking matter
and let’s hope he’ll learn an important lesson before he has to find
out the hard way and before we find out what happens after,

Somebody Say Something

Before he goes out into this world not knowing the difference between free will and freedom
and makes the mistake of not making the distinction that free will is from God and freedom is from this country and once he appreciates the difference he’ll know what it means to hear some things and some things can only be heard if you listen
So he’ll listen to his heart before he listens to his homeboys
and he won’t have to look so far for answers
Friends can give you advice
but they can’t necessarily give you chances
This is no dress rehearsal
This is real life–no second chances He’d better get it real right–right now.
And he might not know that because we didn’t show him
and what he doesn’t know is
what he knows
is way more important than who might know him
and where he is right now
is only the starting point
for where he’s going
and even though he might mean to
mean the best
when he becomes a man
meaning means nothing.
He’ll have to make a decision to be a man of his word
and that’s one thing he’s probably never heard

So, Somebody Say Something

He already has a predisposition to lack thereof–
Lack of funding and moral guidance
Lack of responsible individuals that will hold him liable
and won’t just lie to him
Lack of positive reinforcement
with examples of success
Rather we will expose him to poverty and the notion it suggests–
more than likely he’ll never hear from those who made it how to do just that because those individuals are never so visible once they move up
They do just that
and he’s already going to deal with a father who’s invisible
and a mother who holds him responsible for that
and a system that will teach him nothing of his past and won’t prepare him for his future
Don’t they understand that it takes more than nature to make this boy a man
When it comes to his stance,
what’s in his pants is useless
But they’ll have him believe he can use it whenever
and won’t tell him the pain that comes with pleasure
and no one explains that his body is a temple
and that what’s down there is a treasure
to be found
by someone special–
and special ain’t the moment that makes it feel nice–
special is the woman
that makes him feel life
By marrying him,
she’ll make him right
So somebody tell him to wait
Is there anyone that hates to see illiteracy more than I do?
I’m not saying you have to conjugate verbs and nouns like I do
But these little young black men sound foreign and
it’s almost as if they try to
But that’s because
we’d rather read them their rights than read to them at night
We’ll wait till they go wrong
Then try to lead them right
then blame it on their songs
or their situation
Someone please stand up and be held accountable
an entire generation is waiting
and no one seems to be concerned
So maybe we’ll send them to the church
Where the preacher will tell them they’ll burn
If you keep trying to hide the truth Then that’s exactly what they’ll learn

So somebody Say Something

Tell them that the only thing that matters Is that he matters in the end
And if he never finds himself
Then he himself will never matter to his friends
And tell him that real men believe in God
And we love one another
And we find beautiful wives
because we loved our mothers
and saw to it that our sisters didn’t find it hard to find someone worthwhile
and if she has any glimmer of hope inside herself
she’ll teach this to her child
and he’ll grow up to be the father that I never had
and he’ll have respect, honor, dignity and compassion
for the reality is–
faith is a concept–
yet one not so hard to grasp

I hope he hears me

Before he walks out that door
and before he tries a joint
Before he gets drunk for the first time
Before he makes up his mind to make a point
Before he loses his virginity
Before he gains a reputation
Before he is influenced by the world around him
Before he forgets his way and finds himself waiting
for a bus
that’ll take him where he has to be rather than where he wants to go because no one ever paid attention to him
or what he was doing
Before we let him go…

Somebody Say Something

©2005 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet