Afro Angel by Will Smith
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"Here I stand before you - brown. Color of the mountains Colossal as the earth
Wrapped so deliciously within my own joy and misery Feathers of my wings paralyzed
by the distance of my mind Here I stand before you, the color of the night Frozen by the
potential of me."
Will Smith, Afro Angel
Source: FB Post 29 July 2015 ~ Retrieved 03-21-2018
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Praise Jah by D. Renee Walker
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“Praise Jah.
Praise Jah in his sanctuary;
praise Jah in his mighty heavens.
Praise Jah for his acts of power;
praise Jah for his surpassing greatness.
Praise Jah with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise Jah with the harp and lyre,
praise Jah with timbrel and dancing,
praise Jah with the strings and pipe,
praise Jah with the clash of cymbals,
praise Jah with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise Jah.
Praise Jah.”
Source: D Renee Walker ~ FB post ~ 5 Feb 2020, 16:30
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Happy Anniversary by Mary Roberts
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Happy Anniversary to the love of my life....True love is not just about sexual excitement and lust
of your youth. Sexual pleasures, dating and passionate fantasies are all short lived impulses.
The purest form of love is a beautiful journey of soulful intimacy of two people who are
connected to each other through their souls. It is all about caring for each other when you really
need to be looked after. It is all about having a sense of comfort and ease after living together
for years and years. Love is to hold each other close to the heart through sticks and shivers.
Love is to cherish the presence of your lover when you are old and done with your dreams and
fantasies. Love is to grow old together. True love is a never ending adventure that lasts a whole
lifetime…xoxo..
Source: Mary Roberts ~ FB post ~ 29 May 2020
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Lift Every Voice and Sing
J. Rosamond Johnson, James Weldon Johnson
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A group of young men in Jacksonville, Florida, arranged to celebrate Lincoln’s birthday in 1900. My
brother, J. Rosamond Johnson, and I decided to write a song to be sung at the exercises. I wrote the
words and he wrote the music. Our New York publisher, Edward B. Marks, made mimeographed
copies for us, and the song was taught to and sung by a chorus of five hundred colored school
children.
Shortly afterwards my brother and I moved away from Jacksonville to New York, and the song
passed out of our minds. But the school children of Jacksonville kept singing it; they went off to
other schools and sang it; they became teachers and taught it to other children. Within twenty years
it was being sung over the South and in some other parts of the country. Today the song, popularly
known as the Negro National Hymn, is quite generally used.
The lines of this song repay me in an elation, almost of exquisite anguish, whenever I hear them
sung by Negro children.
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Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who hast by Thy might
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand.
True to our God,
True to our native land.
Source: Poetry Foundation
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Beautiful African Queen ��
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Voice Africa
29 January 2021
POEM ☑
Beautiful African Queen ��
Oh, beautiful African queen
Queen of daylight and dimness
Your face is as calm as the moon
Your heart is fine, polished and graceful,
Your tingling heed holds me captive
The smile and acquiesce in your eyes blend like the spectrum in the sky,
Oh, I love when your hair waves down on your nape, wafts your sensuous perfume into
my eager nostrils
Your love feels like a touch, I want to hold your love with my hands and feel like the
luckiest poet of the hour.
Your heart is sweet and safe for a home, I want to build up a nest like a bird and live
there.
I can not control my thrilling brains and keep afloat when I kiss your pink moistured
lips,
I want to sit at your feet and sing a splendid, lovely and magnificent love song for you
momma Africa
© Nick the Poet
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