Golden Black (The Symbol Of Originality) Poem by Blessing Anastasia Abaka
Golden Black (The Symbol Of Originality)
The golden black of unity, that cascade upon my deep stress.
' Who said black is not golden'
'Who said black is not dignity'
'Who said blacks are not determined'
'And who said blacks do not have self objectives'
I pray for my country, I pray for the sick,
I pray for the determined, I pray for those that love, '
I pray for my family, I pray for all.
As i sat upon my golden chair looking at my skin
The golden black of the nation,
Then I remembered the song my mother used to sing to me.
The poem she taught me and the laughter we both shared.
I remember the way she clean my tears
And the way she told me
'Black is golden'
And i asked her why,
she whispered to me
Cos you're golden, d black in you is beautiful, pure and bright.
AND I said to myself;
'If I'm golden, blacks are determined'
'I love my Nation'
'I love beauty'
'And I love my Golden Black'
black is golden is a unique daimond is great color of my nation and i am proud i am pure like my nation
black is golden is a unique daimond is great color of my nation and i am proud i am pure like my nation
Beautiful piece im inspired I remember the way she clean my tears And the way she told me 'Black is golden' And i asked her why, she whispered to me Cos you're golden, d black in you is beautiful, pure and bright. AND I said to myself; 'If I'm golden, blacks are determined' 'I love my Nation' 'I love beauty' 'And I love my Golden Black' i love my golden black and he applauds for a beautiful piece.
Verily, a heart touching and thoughtful poem. Loved reading it........10
As Sayeed Abubakar said.. the piece is very much touchy... the symbolic comparision is nice... simple but awesome...
Very simple language but touchy. I honour your patriotic zeal. No black, no white-man is man. The greatness of a man lies in his work.
In my area an idol of a Goddess named as KALI is much popular as the goddess of power and strength. The idol is simply a black and naked woman stands in war-mood on the lied-chest of powerful white God named SHIVA. Four handed Goddess holds sword in one hand, blessing on other, recently cut human head in another and showering no-worry by other hand. So we know the color of the skin can't be considered as the final judgment. The spirit is the matter of worshiping.....The poet here has got such good spirit from ancestors. Thanks for sharing.............................................10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 8:41:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It is very good and simple poem. It rings of your sincerity and love to your country. The emotion is aptly conveyed through words.