It’s Black Poetry Day And You Won’t Believe This Poem
Black Poetry Day is celebrated on October 17 each year. This day is considered the time to celebrate both past and present black authors like Langston Hughes, Phillis Wheatley, and Paul Laurence Dunbar. Did you know that Jupiter Hammon was the first African American to publish poetry in the United States?
Enjoy the following poem, Humanity | Humans and celebrate Black Poetry Day.
Humanity | Humans
This maybe my question of discussion that I consider with much specialization.
I may do it in a murmur rather than a stammer,
but I need an answer from my mama and maybe even my papa,
whose grave still fresh I face with much antagonism
the only reference for a father that once was
but now leaves us with poignant memories lingering with much nostalgia.
As I salute my Black race
I do it at a slower pace as I trace my pain inflicted by this nation.
Cornered in this four walled cell, I pity not my situation
But rather that of my human race
that’s in the verge of eradication.
I cry not for my course, but rather that of the afflicted and affected, by the inhumane tragedy.
Should I touch on the pain of losing a love to racism?
Or praise the Almighty for granting me melanin?
Rather should I talk of the pain masked on the naked eyes, of mothers as they mourn their fallen husbands and sons?
I tear down each time a gunshot is fired,
for it serves as a constant reminder of another fallen soul
Triggers the pain, strain and sprain
Left on our fragile brains as we take in the ugly reality of loss.
Cries of families so loud as they wail for their loved ones,
Burden left on a parent’s shoulders on the approach to give their child on the ugly sight of untimely death,
The fear of bearing a son whose flesh will be torn down by a bullet,
The guilt of being of color whose remedy still remains
That Black is divine.