This is my message to the African American and the African in the Diaspora: my Ancestors climb high a mountain in order not to be captured, transported and enslaved.
Even though your ancestors were captured, they survived slavery.
We are the same. We are all survivors of slavery. Our stories are the same. We are in fact the same. Our oppressors were and are same.
We have the same history and same story. I have lost a brother and you were taken away from your brother.
Both of us were robbed of our good. We were and given a different God. We now believe in our oppressors God. We all believe God is and can only be white. We can only be saved by a white God. Your self believe was killed and mine shattered. are but just the same.
I was robbed of human resources whilst you were a free human resource for our oppressors. My lands were taken from me whilst you were given no lands. We both became landless and a slave to the white man. I was forced to work on my stolen land just us you were forced to work on another stolen land. We are but just the same.
Come let's build our home. We can have a brighter future. A good story for our children.
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Even though your ancestors were captured, they survived slavery.
We are the same. We are all survivors of slavery. Our stories are the same. We are in fact the same. Our oppressors were and are same.
We have the same history and same story. I have lost a brother and you were taken away from your brother.
Both of us were robbed of our good. We were and given a different God. We now believe in our oppressors God. We all believe God is and can only be white. We can only be saved by a white God. Your self believe was killed and mine shattered. are but just the same.
I was robbed of human resources whilst you were a free human resource for our oppressors. My lands were taken from me whilst you were given no lands. We both became landless and a slave to the white man. I was forced to work on my stolen land just us you were forced to work on another stolen land. We are but just the same.
Come let's build our home. We can have a brighter future. A good story for our children.
#review #writeup
Emotionless
When I pray,
God doesn't listen
though I am sad,
God doesn't listen
but
mesmerizing smile
of peach blossoms,
scintillating joy
of maple trees,
asking me
the reason of my anguish?
I am stuck
in the thoughts
of past hurdles,
unable to move
and a river flowing
through the bends,
asking me why can't
you get across?
Am I emotional or
Are they emotionless?
one day everything's going
to fade out, buried under soil
the eyes of the Dog,
the feather of the bird
asking me
Why are you emotional ?
why can't you be like us ?
Unconditional
Emotionless
#poetry #review #everyone #KM
When I pray,
God doesn't listen
though I am sad,
God doesn't listen
but
mesmerizing smile
of peach blossoms,
scintillating joy
of maple trees,
asking me
the reason of my anguish?
I am stuck
in the thoughts
of past hurdles,
unable to move
and a river flowing
through the bends,
asking me why can't
you get across?
Am I emotional or
Are they emotionless?
one day everything's going
to fade out, buried under soil
the eyes of the Dog,
the feather of the bird
asking me
Why are you emotional ?
why can't you be like us ?
Unconditional
Emotionless
#poetry #review #everyone #KM
Why is it when we go to hill stations
We find peace
It is some magic or something in that place???
No it's about our mind
When we visit places like that
The mind is not running about yesterday and to tomorrow
Therefore we experience peace
Remember it's not so much in the place
But it's about the mind who is been peaceful
#review
We find peace
It is some magic or something in that place???
No it's about our mind
When we visit places like that
The mind is not running about yesterday and to tomorrow
Therefore we experience peace
Remember it's not so much in the place
But it's about the mind who is been peaceful
#review
Something wrong is
happening with me,
I have a feeling that
nothing precious is
left for me
Trees of my spring
Are somehow wilting
My mornings
Are Searching for me
something wrong is
happening with me
#ambarsariya
#review
happening with me,
I have a feeling that
nothing precious is
left for me
Trees of my spring
Are somehow wilting
My mornings
Are Searching for me
something wrong is
happening with me
#ambarsariya
#review
#everyone #review #poem
A Politician's Poem.
Blood,
A colourful and charming fluid
with a light fragrance
which can dazzle me
for my pleasure.
Blood,
A love of mine
which loves to play
hide and seek-
the bloody game.
Blood,
my vizier,
who helped me every time
when I was expected to lose.
Blood,
but whose?
any one's but mine.
-A. Q. Bilal
#aqbilal
(Edited)
A Politician's Poem.
Blood,
A colourful and charming fluid
with a light fragrance
which can dazzle me
for my pleasure.
Blood,
A love of mine
which loves to play
hide and seek-
the bloody game.
Blood,
my vizier,
who helped me every time
when I was expected to lose.
Blood,
but whose?
any one's but mine.
-A. Q. Bilal
#aqbilal
(Edited)
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How the future came soon.
The river dried too soon.
Darkness fell at noon.
But the news is never new.
How the future came too soon.
The future looks so gloom.
Promising all the best
But all never came.
The future has come too soon.
All the dreams gone too soon.
Seems we going to have a still birth.
Better still premature death. #poem #review
The river dried too soon.
Darkness fell at noon.
But the news is never new.
How the future came too soon.
The future looks so gloom.
Promising all the best
But all never came.
The future has come too soon.
All the dreams gone too soon.
Seems we going to have a still birth.
Better still premature death. #poem #review
The light in my eyes gleamed away,
The wind in my breath seized away,
I rest as my song breaks off,
I enter my dark self.
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The wind in my breath seized away,
I rest as my song breaks off,
I enter my dark self.
#review
Sitting on a cold side
Sleeping on my shoulder
So many people around me
But I am like a lonely soldier
Is it an illusion
or I am screaming
In a dark room
I can't see nothing
Trying to find someone
The one I can hold on to
It will be always dark
But the comfort of a siluet
Just a side side side
I need a side in which I will cry
I need a side which will keep forever...
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Sleeping on my shoulder
So many people around me
But I am like a lonely soldier
Is it an illusion
or I am screaming
In a dark room
I can't see nothing
Trying to find someone
The one I can hold on to
It will be always dark
But the comfort of a siluet
Just a side side side
I need a side in which I will cry
I need a side which will keep forever...
#review #poem #Caroline
#review #salonikulkarni
| Slippery Slope |
Slippery slope
Everywhere I go
My life feels like a joke.
A one minute glory
Fading to darkness
My voice echos
With no one at the other end.
Slamming down the telephone
My breath leaving my lungs
I feel like I'm going numb
Walking the same path
Walking down the same memory lane
Living and reliving that same
Throbbing, Agonizing pain.
No ink could flow through it
It's all blood red.
And I sleep again tonight.
Restlessly.
Hoping everything will subside.
| Slippery Slope |
Slippery slope
Everywhere I go
My life feels like a joke.
A one minute glory
Fading to darkness
My voice echos
With no one at the other end.
Slamming down the telephone
My breath leaving my lungs
I feel like I'm going numb
Walking the same path
Walking down the same memory lane
Living and reliving that same
Throbbing, Agonizing pain.
No ink could flow through it
It's all blood red.
And I sleep again tonight.
Restlessly.
Hoping everything will subside.