Ivan Brooks Sr

Gold Star - 4,757 Points (September 6.1967 / Monrovia, Liberia)

Ivan Brooks Sr Poems

1. The Old Professor 2/2/2015
2. Life 2/27/2016
3. If 2/27/2016
4. Word For My Queens 2/28/2016
5. Home Coming 3/1/2016
6. Been So Long My Brother 3/6/2016
7. Dream Voyage 3/7/2016
8. Nomadic Poet. 4/16/2016
9. Yesterday, Today And Tomorrow 2/7/2016
10. I Bless Thee 2/8/2016
11. God's Promises 2/12/2016
12. Power Drive 2/12/2016
13. What's Going On? 2/17/2016
14. A Free Man. 2/17/2016
15. Shinning Star 2/24/2016
16. Beyond Tomorrow 5/28/2017
17. A Prayer For Lebron 6/1/2017
18. A Slave Ship Called Jesus 6/2/2017
19. Awareness 6/17/2017
20. Hello Mama Liberia 6/17/2017
21. The Corrupt Intellectual 6/14/2017
22. Words From A Long Walk 6/29/2017
23. Deng And My Soul 7/1/2017
24. Questions From A Child Soldier Advocate 7/7/2017
25. Quiet Time 7/9/2017
26. I Was Raised Right 7/9/2017
27. Simpson And Delala 7/13/2017
28. Strength From My Trials 7/13/2017
29. Questions From A Sex Slave 7/21/2017
30. A Tweet About The Devil's Torment. 7/29/2017
31. Sonewen Child 9/5/2017
32. Homage To Africa 10/16/2017
33. A Week Of Poetry 10/16/2017
34. Cry For Justice 10/18/2017
35. Tell Me How Come 12/5/2017
36. Distorted Peace 12/7/2017
37. Libya 12/8/2017
38. A Selfless Prayer 12/17/2017
39. Ball Pen Superstar 12/17/2017
40. Reflection On My Mortality 1/12/2018

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My Dues Are Paid

I came directly from through the ranks
All my dues paid, my homage to life
To my God alone all my humble thanks
For bread I slice with prayer knife.

I came strictly from my very own hood
All of my dues I paid through my strife
To mama dear for prayers and our food
For all she sacrificed to save my life.

I came humbly from a very blessed home
All my dues are paid through my chores
To charity, It said take and leave some
For all I learned I am beyond my shores.

I came strongly ready to join the hustle
My dues paid with my years of ...

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I'm Kunta

I am mighty Kunta, here is my story,
I came from the kingdom of Jubaru,
I tell you because it's my history.
Before freedom and just before uhuru,
I came chained yet proud as a slave.
Oh Massa, my dreads don't you shave,
I was chained from my toes to neck.
Lying in filth panting for some air.
Big whip scars ruined my entire back,

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