We Are Black's: Day 2 Steemit School Poetry

Our beauty melts like morning wetness
in our smile lies the hope of our mothers
we build our dreams on the nest of hard work
we are as pure as crystal waters
we wilt our pains on life's splendour
beauty defines our existence
we reflect the roseate hues
of morning dews
the crimson of the sunset mellows us into stolid doggedness
We are BLACKS not bLACKS
though they call us shitholes*
yet we are not marred by their deceptive resolve
they stole from our lands and mime our mothers
With their wistful smiles they shatter our hopeful dreams
but we rise above the rubbles of suppression
we reach the crucible of pains and sorrows
yet, with highest hopes we embrace our tomorrow
We are blacks
The sunrise in our fathers' eyes
the moon in our mothers' night
we mould our fantasy into reality pictures
we paint our lips with the rainbow of truth
we colour our skin with negritude beauty
they cannot be like us
for in our imperfections we learn the paths of greatness

We are blacks
from a continent where the sun never set
where the moon never fail to embrace her lover
we tower our kindness on strangers
we embrace aliens as friends
we chase our glooms away with moonlight symphonies
In love we tune our silent melodies
We kindle our beauty with the flame of sacred love
We are blacks
though the path seems sore and hopeless
we toil on with the dexterity of our youth
beyond the reach of toil and care
we placed our dreams
we sow in morn and pains
we slack not when not in gain
We wait for the moon at the horizon
where the sun weds her lover
we peopled our heart with good conscience
We are blacks from the continent of heroes
we mourn our griefs with painted beauty
we build our dreams in the eyes of our mothers
we bear our conscience on our palms
that it may belie our wicked intents
love is our watchword, beauty is our logo
With dogged fearlessness we thrust truth
into the hearts of true mines
We are blacks, the last of the strong ones
We are the quintessence of beauty
We are blacks, the unsung heroes of earth.
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That line got me thinking, this is great!!
Very powerful piece... imagery works well with it. I wish to visit your homeland on day soon... back to the motherland right?
I really like your use of language. It built strong images in my mind.
With love
Hart Floe Poet
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I am impressed with your poem, you make this poem with a very deep feeling from the bottom of your heart.
You actually suck people into your world. Good job
You actually suck people into your world. Good job