For Coloured Girls

 

For coloured girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enough. When you believe your pallet has failed to prove to you, that you’re precious enough. When that mirror image you see reflects a pale black beauty of a faded queen, ashamed by your majestic outer layer’s, that Mahoney, golden rich skin.

 

You see for far too long you’ve cried a river of unspoken tears, forced to self medicate your dissatisfaction, just to numb away the pain of your, inner fears. Yes your blood it does flow under a darker shade of skin, but the pigmentation of your ancestral roots still inhabits within a strong bodied sista skin.

 

See, the Mother Land to your womb has now been broken, tainted by the televised misconceptions that being light skinned is the only form of beauty in the law of society’s eyes.

 

How frequently my eyes cry, for my coloured sista’s who know not of the infinite beauty that lies deep inside. Don’t your see that your summer sun kiss skin is the envy of those within. It shines from inside out, beams with confidence and can carries its self throughout any crowd.

 

Your, curvaious physique,

Your, fulminous lips

Your, profuse kinks

To your, cameral skin

 

There’s no other breed of woman, I’d rather be in.

Phenomenal you are, and you alone can make up a rainbow. So let the light of a thousand suns blossom thought your days, let the Melanie in your skin define a woman of substance and endurance.

You see, with happiness and pride within yourself, for you are a beautiful black woman and nothing else.

                                                  By Caroline Gbolade Poetic Soul

A Beautiful Mind

Let me paint a picture of a frame of mind, where waterfalls flow and crystal droplets of inspiration resides. In a beautiful mind, with passionate thoughts, an ever growing society can lose their trail of thoughts.

But our knowledge, it runs free, powerfully exceeding throughout the depths of humanity. See our jigsaw pieces have now been formed to connect, a learning life of experience, an imprint that we’ll never forget.

See the adolescent child within us seeks the desires of mental growth, as a, child’s mind circulates on an incomparable magnitude of greatness, casting rainbows over blue skies, wherever they go.

Extraordinary, imaginative, powerfully challenge to create relationships between the none real, and the real. Without fear they take heed of their thoughts, transforming them into little joys of success.

So, picture-est an intellect of purity, striving towards perfection, as their sponge like inhabitant reaches its stimulated peak.

Wisdom, Vision, the whitish mass of soft matter instinct, also best known as our brains. Its sassiness can make the strongest of beings go weak at the knees, for there’s no doubt that an intelligential mind, is indeed, an attractive mind of beauty.

See, although our minds are like parachutes, they only function well once open.

Although we can be blinded and corrupted by the things that we see, it’s down to us to balance up the good and the bad properties.

Although knowledge comes free, we must continue to feed our minds consistently.

For there’s no limits to which our minds can reach, as with nurture, endless streams will be able to flow free.

By Caroline Gbolade Poetic Soul 2012

Black History Month 2012: My BHM Video

Hi Poetic bloggers,

 

I know I’ve been away for a while but I’m now back and in full affect. Been busy soul searching in regards to my writing and gathering new ideas.

 

For Black History Month, I have recorded and shot a video which will be aired on Sky 218 regularly.

I'm very excited about it, and I hope you enjoy.

 
'To be blessed, to be Soul-stress'

Joshua Bennett

Many of you must have heard of this out standing poet Joshua Bennett. He has graced his poetical, lyrical flow to the likes of Barack Obama and many more.

His poem, 10 Things I want To Say To Black Woman, is deep and inspirational.

This footage is of Joshua Bennet performing what he dose best at the White House.

Poetry Video for thought

This Poetry Video is simply GREAT!! It's the type of poetry that gets you thinking in depths about life and its intense surroundance of Religion.

This is a must watch.....just click play and enjoy!!

I love this poem, I think she said's it all!! Lool

          I aint your N.I.G.G.E.R!!

                                                  

We are the people formally known as niggers. We are our fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters.  We are the definition of this exploited word which binds us together, through a conspiracy, to weaken our minds. Yes! We are our children’s futures and life style but, yet we appear to be lost in an offence, now endured by our own hand and I’m asking you, to help me to understand.        

You see, I aint and never will be your nigger and I don’t plan to be one today, because my, roots are too strong for that, my, eyes have already cried over that, my, heart  has already bleed over that and kaleidoscopeof dreams are far, far, far too big for that.

Adding insult to injury we as black people we need to learn our history, modern day’s slaves we are but, were the ones who actually take it too far.

You see, we’ve been called nigger for so long, it’s now become our theme song. Second nature, meet and greet. Do you think this is the only way that we can get respect on the streets?

Shocking! Or so it my seems, that were holding on to a statement, and yet we wish to develop and move forward with our dreams. Well, it appears to me that were defeating the purpose of our ancestor’s quest, because every time I hear that line it burns a whole through my chest. Over sighted by the unsighted by the commercial affects, with rappers, comedians and the things they eject. Verbally oppressed and raped from our progress. Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished is that of what Tupac suggests.

Take two steps forward, instead of ten steps back, positive thinking to feed our minds which will engage in a better day for you, and yes I. You see, we are the people formerly known as niggers, we may have had to worked a little bit harder, but at least we can say our efforts have not gone unheeded.

Lets terminate this cycle and not be a victim of our own circumtance. Let the greatness of our race materialize and be publicized for the good things we say instead of the bad. Let this poem ignite the fire in your belly, to the roar in you’re voice and lets not be institutionalized by our own prison walls or cell gates because ……

She aint no N.I.G.G.E.R

He aint no N.I.G.G.E.R 

We aint no N.I.G.G.E.R

I aint no N.I.G.G.E.R

Therefore we are the people formally known as niggers!!

  By Caroline (Poetic Soul) Gbolade ©Copyright