The Poetry Marathon

They scorn me because i am black and beautiful

They insult my race, my color as if the color of our blood is different

They spit on us and kill my brothers and sisters for fighting for our rights

They see us as aliens and decide that we need to die because they see us flourishing and scared that we will take back the land our fathers built with their sweats

They see us as poverty ravaging bastards, they all think we live in slums and the only way we get through on a daily basis is through violence

But what they know is what keeps us moving is our strong penchant for love we believe that everyone nevertheless color differentiation, we believe we are all brothers

As Maya said we are all human and nothing human can be alien to me why pull the trigger on a black man because he pulled out chocolates from his pocket

How do you all sleep at night knowing you got innocent blood on your hands, don’t you have nightmares??

Where is your conscience i ask thee?? Or have you sold it just because of your hatred and jealous

We are one and let us strive to bring out the unity in brotherhood

We are all slaves as long as everyone isn’t free and if my brothers and sisters are slaves to the cops and the bullets then a day shall come when you shall fear something much more worse than the bullets but the anger in men’s hearts

We should become one in unity and strength and find a path to bring about togetherness so death won’t become the order of the day but joy and harmony where love is abound

A magnificent soul with hardship to endure

A mother of spirituality and woman so pure.

When I think about all the good she ensured

Everyone else’s vision was obscured.

World war years we learnt in our books

Evil and corruption, brutality and crooks

She stayed humble and caring,

Inward happiness and peace

Trying to get rid of fear and sickness to cease.

With the storm around her, her soul remained calm

The world continue to hurt and harm.

The day she died, a dove was set free

With the heavenly angels she could love and just “be”

Empowering many with all that you shared

To hand down the heart of someone who cared.

Light streaked cross my room
Alighting the dust
Landing on my bread and dancing
On my water.

Mother ran brush through my hair
Preased my wrinkles out
With the heavy cast iron.

The sound of children shouts soundtracked my days.
Their snores tickled my ears.
I can remember the touch of mother’s hand through my curls.
Staring at the crack in logs. Silencing my dancing musings.

One day I went to find the bread soaked in its rays.
I found a body on the floor. My mother no more. Just a body.

In my twenties the dust still danced. Across my room
Waiting for a man to come.
I had much idle time then.

I could not read.

I sewed streaks like sun across my blankets amd waited.

Eventually the sun still streaked. But I did not feel a warm burn. I did not see a dust ballet.

Til I was a body as my mother had been the years before.

When we feel old
the years have drifted
without us

This is not in “The Bop” style, as the Official Prompt suggests; but it does discuss many current world problems. So, I hope this may suffice. {Potential Trigger Warning!!}

THE HUMAN CHASE – By: H.J / author H.J ©️

They only love me when I’m beaming,
only love me when I’m strong;
they only love me when I am standing on equal sides of wrong.

They will hate me for my lover and they’ll hate me for my voice;
They’ll hate me for my body,
for my peace
and for my choice.

To be up before the sun
To see the dawn of day
To wade in the murky sea of night
To watch it dry away

To sketch the silhouettes of trees
To paint the gradient sky
To be up before the sun
To see the stars outshined

Been a long, hard day
feel like I’m about to
drop where I stand

The jobs been tough
And normally I pull
through without a scratch
But tonight was the pits

Shoes are off
the bath has been drawn
steamy and fragrant
with peaches thrown
in

The fires been stoked
and banked
the lights are down low
A little bit of music on
softly

The snow’s raging outside
angry and churning
demanding someone listen to it
but I pay it no mind

A book to leaf through
before a long soak
While I take in the
near silence

No demands on my time
nothing else I’d rather do
off for the next three days

My recipe for a perfect
night.

I have watched you from a distance

have loved you from that same distance

My heart cries out for your love

Cries out for your touch, your caress

I see you with others and I cringe

I see you love others and I flinch

Please love me too

I need to be loved by you

I need you to look at me with that peculiar glint in your eye

That look of affection you give others

Please love me

Please set my heart afire

Set me aglow

Set me a lit

Please love Me

As a woman longs to be loved

Love me as one you’ll cherish, forever

Please love me

Home lies far away, in a land I saw once,

tired, dizzy, no sleep on a plane alone,

first Continental visit, mind whirling,

heart pounding, and yet when I stepped down

and looked, there was a beginning,

and fear was there, yes, but hope.

and I stepped down, coming home

to a place I’d never been before.

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{Sorrow is my saviour}      

Sorrow is my saviour

Unlike your cold behaviour

At least I can feel my pain

But you are once removed

Emotionally unavailable

and already out the door

That’s what I get for ignoring red flags….!

No more will I fill your void

That great gaping hollow

Which screams to be filled

With bits of the other

Bitten off in chunks

And devoured with relish

I became your receptacle

Where you dumped your baggage

That’s what I get for ignoring red flags….!

Well, I have emptied the bin

Your rubbish has gone to the dump

I’ve gone and washed my hands of you

Sanitised and disinfected

There’s no more harm you can do

You’re out of my life, you’ve been rejected.

That’s what I get for ignoring red flags….!