Black Is Me Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Black Is Me

Rating: 4.3


The soil, Black
That habours the seed
And gives it life to man

The crude
The coal
Of earth's heart
And the economy of man

The black of the night
All conquering
That changes all to its shade
And respite in sleep

This, this
Is the beauty of me, and kin
The resilience that saw,
That suffered,
That conquered
The planned extinction
Of the noble shade in slavery.

(Saturday,4th November,1999,2.42pm)

Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: discrimination,pride,race,racism
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 16 January 2020

A poem on pride and self belief. Every fall would see a rise. Honest write 10+

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Kingsley Egbukole 16 January 2020

Right on point dear Kesav. Thanks so much.

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Anjandev Roy 05 January 2020

Beautifully written. Wonderful expression. Thank u, dear poet. anjandev roy.

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Kingsley Egbukole 05 January 2020

Dear Roy, thank you.

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Akhtar Jawad 03 January 2020

Whatever may be the color of skin a heart is pink and the blood is red. A lovely poem

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Kingsley Egbukole 03 January 2020

Very correct dear friend Akhtar. Thanks.

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Lawerence Mize 10 December 2019

Well written. Powerful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 for sure.

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Kingsley Egbukole 10 December 2019

Appreciated. Thank you

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Michael Walker 16 November 2019

There is pride in your race, who endured slavery for so long. African Americans have their own special beauty.

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Kingsley Egbukole 17 November 2019

Thank you Michael. Remain blessed

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