A Bronze Hue Poem by Cheryl Butler

A Bronze Hue



A golden bronze hue of a man.

Caramel skin tone sculpted with age.

Lips plump bursting with sweet, ahhh, just sweet.


What is our mission?

Why are we in the air?


Are we a new rendition? (version)

for the condition of the world's ecstasy,

with the beginnings of the earth.


What is our search?

The deep seeds are so deep,

The roots are too strong!


The beginning of our race.

The black man was planted,

but seeded wrong!


How he loves to,

disgrace.

What was created on the side of him.


How does she as, dark as the clay,

and stardust,

that she was created from,

has her heart turned.


Will this be the begin,

of the end for our human race?

Friday, June 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
the love and angst between black men and women it is supposed to be over dramatic, make people think, domestic violence, love hurts, etc... dramatic its suppose to shock the black man back to the reality of which he came from and for the black culture to wake up from the crazy things we do b4 its too late I know this write has a lot of work to do before I can call it finished others have told me the same i have to come back and finish it or update it but I want it to be a powerful piece about our humanity, the black race, it has a lot of questions on domestic violence, our environment, I mean its a lot so I know I have to come back and complete it the right way.....
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 07 June 2014

Hmm....very interesting write. Makes this reader stop to ponder upon your poet's note.

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