WARRIOR KINGS AND QUEENS

WARRIOR KING

I STUMBLED AND FELL TO MY KNEES
AT THE FEET OF A WOMAN AMONGST SOME WEEDS
IN TATTERED CLOTHES SHE LAY IN A BOX
WITH LACELESS SHOES AND NO SOCKS

TEARS ROLLED TRACKS FROM HER EYES
AS IN FEAR OF HER DEMISE
IT WAS OBVIOUS TO ME
SOME POOR TRIBE HAD LOST THEIR QUEEN

I STRETCHED FORTH AND GATHERED HER BULK
AND SLOWLY AND GENTLY PICKED HER UP
SHE CRIED AS A CHILD IN MY ARMS
THIRTEEN MILES TO AN ABANDONED FARM

I FOUND HAY TO LET HER LAY
WHILE I FETCHED WATER IN A PALE
THE SUN SHINED BRIGHT AS SHE ATE
AND I STEADIED HER HAND WHILE SHE DRANK

I WASHED AND HUNG HER CLOTHES
EVEN FOUND THREAD TO STITCH THE HOLES
I CARVED WOOD TO COMB HER HAIR
AND PICKED WITH SLOW AND LOVING CARE

JUST WHEN I THOUGHT ALL WAS FINE
SHE LOOKED AT ME AND CONTINUED CRYING
I STILL DON’T KNOW FROM WHAT SHE HURT
I JUST HELD HER CRYING IN MY SHIRT

LATER, IN A NEARBY STREAM
I SAW THE DARKEST SKIN I‘D EVER SEEN
AND WHEN SHE SMILED THE SUN REFLECTED
A FERTILE SOUL THAT HAD BEEN NEGLECTED

AS THE DIRT AND GRIME HAD GONE
I BEHELD A BEAUTY I’D NEVER KNOWN
AND FOR THAT DEFEATED LOOK IN HER EYES
I SAID “I LOVE YOU” ONE THOUSAND TIMES

I STILL DON’T KNOW
FROM WHAT SHE HURT
BUT NO NORE CRYING
AND NO MORE DIRT.
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WARRIOR QUEEN

IN MY MIND I OFTEN SCREAM
AWAKE, IN A HORRIFIC DREAM
THE EARTH SHOOK AND MOUNTAINS CRUMBLED
AND THERE LAY MY THRONE AMIDST THE RUBBLE

I ONCE WAS AS RICH AS THE RICHEST MAN
MY GRACE AS GRAND AS THE GRANDEST LAND
I HAD CASTLES AND SHRINES IN MY NAME
OH YES I KNEW THE GREATEST FAME

YET NOW LIFE’S A CARDBOARD BOX
BEATEN AND BRUISED AMONGST THESE ROCKS
DAMN RIGHT IT’S HURTING ME
THAT I CAN’T AWAKE FROM THIS DREAM

I HAD SO MANY CHILDREN YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE
AND THEY DID FOR ME THE SWEETEST THINGS
WE KNEW NOTHING OF “LIES” OR “RAPE”
NOW FROM THIS “LIE” I CAN’T ESCAPE

THE MIGHTEST WARRIORS OF THE WORLD
THEY‘D HUNT LIONS FOR THEIR FURS
I GAVE THEM DIAMONDS, SILVER AND GOLD
RUBIES, SAPPHIRES AND EMERALDS

THEN CAME SHIPS AT OUR SHORES
AND BEGAN THE BITTEREST OF WARS
EVIL SHIPS ON AN EVIL WAVE
THAT TOOK MY CHILDREN AWAY AS SLAVES

BROKE MY HEART, BROKE MY LOVE, BROKE MY SPIRIT
BROKE MY VOICE, CAN’T YOU HEAR IT?
SO HERE I LAY, BROKEN, IN A STRANGERS LAND
UNTIL CAME ALONG THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN

HE HELD ME CLOSE IN HIS STRONG ARMS
AND CARRIED ME TO SOME FORGOTTEN FARM
HE TOLD ME STORIES TO MAKE ME LAUGH
AND THE REST OF HIS LIFE HE PROMISED HALF

HE EXALTED ME AS QUEEN
AS WE MADE LOVE IN THAT STREAM
AND WHEN WE KISSED THE SUN REFLECTED
TWO WARRIOR’S SOULS THAT HAD BEEN NEGLECTED

WHEN HE’S NOT LOOKING
I DO STILL CRY
YET TOO HORRID THE DREAM
TO EXPLAIN WHY
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Black 2 White

BLACK TO WHITE
SWEET TEARS OF PAIN
MIXED WITH THE RAIN
I CHERISH GLOOM MOMENTS LIKE THIS
IN SEARCH OF TRUTH HIDDEN IN BLISS
BLACK! IN A LIFE LONG GROOVE
TO KNOW. MY PEOPLE THE TRUTH

A LOSS OF SANITY, BUT WISE
FROM ALL THE BOOKS I SAID
YET, WITH ALL THIS SO CALLED TRUTH
I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO HATE YOU
HIST0RY WAS TOLD
HERS TOO
BUT I HAD TO BEG,
EVEN STEAL FOR THE REAL
TO FIND BLACK HIDDEN QUIETLY
IN YOU

A LITTLE ANNOYING I KNOW
TO MEET BLACK LIKE ME
TELLING THE WORLD YOUR HIDDEN SECRECY
DON'T WORRY TOO MUCH
MOST BLACK WON'T HEAR
YOU'VE TAUGHT THEM WELL
NOW THEMSELVES THEY FEAR
AND HATE

AS LOVE FOR BLACK
I CAN'T HATE YOU
AS BLACK,YOU TOO
IS TRUTH!!

P.S.
AS ABOVE
SO BELOW
YOU'VE SEEN THE MAPS
ME FROM YOU
AND YOU FROM BLACK
PEACE; IS LETTING THAT BE THAT!!!
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Blacker Hues of Blue

BLACKER HUES OF BLUE

I dream of skin Blacker than blue
Sun dried hair, Endless rivers, Ripe fresh fruit
Wiser than Time. Who’ve seen horrors through
I dream of eyes Blacker than blue

I dream of hands
-clutched tight fists- in piles and piles
Chopped rough at the wrists
I dream of screams -- Dear God the noise- -
Millions of echoes from voice to voice

I dream Black Babies
Conceived by the Sun
Dead in forests By the Butt of the gun

I scream my scream
Afric’s orphaned child
A Blueblack scream with a jungle pitch
Bound for Atlantis On sinking ships

With piercing screams I fight awake
-DEAR GOD!! THE DREAM!!- -
In a quivered shake
Standing before Black youth
With “Glory” schemes of Red, White, and Blue
With died blond hair,
Blueblack eyes with empty stares
And right raised nubs held high in the air
And while we screamed Our “Civil” schemes
With Blueblack rags on sagging genes

Big Momma and Lil Sis collects and clings
-Held tight to their breast-
The Blueblack Brothers
That survives this mess
of having our Dreams Chopped rough at the wrists

COPYRIGHT Larry200