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

                                You

A chorus of words, will never amplify or define the type of man who stands right before my eyes.  A man so amazing, that even the force of gravity, couldn’t hold me down.

A brotha whose intent is so genuine and real, he makes the very world around me holt to a still. Like the cords to my heart he plays a melody so sweet, searing my soul in the juices of his physique.

You see, there aren’t enough adjectives or nouns to this describe the way he makes me weak inside. So I’ll sum it up, as best I can, and let you know, that ……

                  “You’re the, rhythm to my soul,              

The, poetry to my feet.  

The, music to my stride

The, chemistry when we meet.

And you and I combined together,

It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”

Orgasmic flutters overpower my limp curvaious body, as you’ve succeeded to satisfy my womanly desires, for you, I only wish to aspire. You see verse after verse you just keep getting better and better, spoiling me, with your beautiful resonance.

See, the love that we share is a reflection, a reflection of the blessings above, manifesting its light to which no one can touch. You’ve now taken custody of my heart, and I can see no reasoning, negotiating methods I have taken no heed in.  See I want you to be my first, my last, my ending and beginning. As I dedicate this declaration of affection, just to let you know, that ……

                “You’re the, rhythm to my soul,              

The, poetry to my feet.

The, music to my stride

The, chemistry when we meet.

And you and I combined together,

It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”

You’re my Nubian King, I’m your Nubian Queen. My, tall dark hansom black man who, walks like an Egyptian. My, every lasting gob, stopper. Your, flavors excites the balls of the buds on my tongue. My, dialect becomes a manner of confusion, a concern, to which makes my inner thighs inside pulsate and jive. I’m, fixated on your personal high, you, make the bad girl inside me escape and arise. Your, all the things a woman should want and need, I’m, so overwhelmed, you have me buckling at my knees………because….

           “You’re the, rhythm to my soul,              

The, poetry to my feet.

The, music to my stride

The, chemistry when we meet.

And you and I combined together,

It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”

By Poetic (Carloine Gbolade) Soul ©Copyright

Hello all, it’s been a while but trust me I have been working on some new poetry for yah. Which is near to being finished, you will not be disappointed. In the mine time check out me ‘Art and Culture’ page (above) on my toolbar and check out my paintings.

Thank you, (To Be Blessed, To Be Soul-Stress)

                        Happy Christmas!!!!!!!!

            My Black Is Beautiful

 

My black is beautiful, my black is bold, my black has strength and my black has soul.

My black stands tall for all to see, racial taunts no longer bother me. My ebony rich skin glows brighter that than stars at night, a million eyes watch me, as I rejoice out. You see, my nappy hair, my jerry curl perm, creates that statement that I’m proud about, people try their hardest to silence me, but I swiftly regain my strength of doubt.

You see, my black is universal, my black is unique, my black has that rhythm of symphony that has you up on your feet. Loved by many but hated by most, my black is that beauty that people envy the most.

My black whispers the words of greatness, it defines the unity of our struggle.

It shines from the inside out, speaks with confidence and carries itself throughout the crowd.

My black has seen the future; my black has conquered the past. My black has inspired generations upon generations, to become the Kings and queens that they are.

My black is the product of our ancestor’s quest; we are the definition of what once was. You see, as I put my pen to paper, I hope you feel me cause, we can never truly be anything other than what we can be,
                                              and that

                                                is GREAT!!

                             So to all my brotha’s and sista’s, imma say this LOUD
                                       and STRAIGHT

                                         her black is beautiful

                                        his black is beautiful

                                         your black is beautiful

                                 AND MYBLACK……….. IS BEAUTIFUL!!

Written by Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade Copy Right Protected 2011

 

 United As One

Hear, The cries of my ancestor’s anguish. The taunts of words which have implanted its self Firmly within our core. The roots have sprouted but still our engine roars, Intensely.
For your voice.

Walk,

With pride

through obstacles and conflict. The tough ridges of uneven rocky roads will soon become paved. Let no being nore creature strip you of your dignity. As the trails of success will come in many forms.

For your strength

Take,

The courage of Martin Luther King, The wisdom of Malcolm X

The integrity of Rosa Parks

And believe the endurable.

For your self belief

Plant,

The seed of faith, Watch as its blossoms and fuses with the earth. For years the blackest of nights have shone without stars

But today the gateway to light will show you the way.

For your heart

Grow,

To perfection, demolish the poisons which threatens your growth.

Fly free amongst a flock of doves and capture the brightness of infinite stars.

For your body

Cradle,

The love of your children, let it carry you throughout your day.

Let them be the reason you reside and the reason you persevere

For your love

Embrace,

The power of your greatness

Sprinkle,

The elegance of your black beauty

Use,

Your mind as a glorious weapon, and hold on to dreams you wish accomplish.

You see, cadged birds are meant to sing a chorus words which echo around the world. Let your song be heard, let your poverty be our worlds affect.

And let the power of our lord continue to rain. 
 
Written By Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade

Product of a Black Man

I am a product of a black man, and he is a product of me. I am a product of his love and sensual creativity. See, I have love for my black man, because his love for his black sister is like no other. He frights for what he believes in, speaks his mind and keeps it real. When challenged, his assertiveness can illuminate a room.

His enduring strength is what captivates me the most, it’s a blanket of protection, its warmth feeds my brain, pumps blood throughout my veins, circulates my soul and stimulates my frame. See, I love my black man.  He strives to better himself, to nourish his mind intellectually, as well as productively. See he’s a blessing from god, a descendant from our kings and queens, leader of our tribe, warrior of success. He fears no man/one, Head of the pack, his pride never lets him down, although he can carry the weight of the world, his black sista always around.

See, he may stumble over a few hurdles, lose his way in life, and be misguided to what’s in sight. But he preservers and keeps his eyes on the prize, striving towards success.

My worrier, my prince, my king, and my solider your abilities are limitless. Your hands can accomplish any task.

You see, I bathe in your confidence; your kisses make me weak. My body yarns for yours as yours does for mine. See, I’m mesmerized!! Mesmerized by your board powerful shoulders, your appealing structure and your smooth buttery toffee skin.

I love the black man within. I love the waves in your hair, to the kink in your stare. I love the strength in your back, to how you hold it down like that.

I love your define chest, to your hands which caress, me, so passionately, I’m forever yours and so more. I love the swag in style, to the hip in your hop, the dimples in your cheeks, to that smile that makes me weak. I love my black man!! Raised by strong black women, your roots are firmly planted within the soil; See your fearless soul spiritual shows the depths of a true brotha in the making.

YES! There will be many who will call you slave, but the power of your legacy will not go in vain. 

You see, you are my unit, my strength and my friend, and you WILL sit upon your thrown and wear your rightful crown

                                                                 because you are a product of me,

and I will forever and always be,

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL, STRONG BLACK QUEEN.

     

  Written By Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade 2011 copy right protected