Night

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The slow ageing night with it’s darkness,
Creeping slowly over the landscape,
Lying still underneath the Constellation.
A group of fire, balls of hot sulfur
Beautifully scattered across the sky,
As they busy twinkle and dazzle and gracefully,
Staring out the window, they tell stories.
Keeping score of pasts, presents and futures.
Alive to see days grows into months and years.
And babies grow into boys and girls.
Boys who once ran out at 7pm with their telescope in awe of such existence.
Girls who sat on the front porch waiting for a shooting star to whisper to the boy to name one after her.
And generations rise from the passions that burn under its light.
Yet their tiny sparkle never dims,
Yet they never get too tired,
Too tired to fall off.

Stars,

Fire,

book of the universe,

On which every eye has penned light, Lying still underneath the Constellation.
A group of fire, balls of hot sulfur
Staring out the window, they tell stories
Keeping score of pasts,

presents

and futures.

Alive to see days grows into months and years.
And babies grow into boys and girls
Boys who once ran out at 7pm with their telescope in awe of such existence.

I read this poem at night
Smiling hard to myself
I still remember
Deborah Braide

Ow snap!! Back to:
Girls who sat on the front porch waiting for a shooting star to whisper to the boy to name one after her.
And generations rise from the passions that burn under its light.
Stars,
Fire,
book of the universe
On which every eye has penned light

Poetyk Prynx

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THE NEW BLACK

THE NEW BLACK

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For each precious time
I cherish.
For each dime
I spend.
For each heinous crime
I am falsely accused of.
For each top notch prime
I strive to achieve.
I beat all odds of not getting selected
I snooze all alarms trying to slow me down,
And make me not feel like my presence, efforts and contributions are not needed.
I beat all odds of not making it,
Because I know the black magic
As they call it
I’m made of and I believe in it.

For Every chain
History has shackled me to.
For Every reign
Slavery has heckled me with.
For Every rain
That poured down heavily on me
Beat me,
Hit me,
Wash my pride away,
Push my home out of the way,
I never let them take it all away.
I never let them push me off my roots.
For they go way beyond black holes and Galactica portals,
For they go deep
As deep as an inch deeper than the very depths of Mariana trench.

For Every songs my ancestors
Have written;
Out of pain
Out of joy
Out of being homesick.
For Every plantation
They’ve worked on.
For every stressful situation
They’ve been through.
For Every block of civilization
They’ve laid for “whites”
Yeah,you heard me right
Ow isn’t it about skin colour??
well I thought so too.

Because dawn has broken
It’s a new age
Because the spot light was mistaken
Look at us, we run the stage
Because history has been just a token
Flip it, we are on a new page

I can’t be put down Because of my pigment.
I refuse to remain in this shackles.
I’m breaking away from your mental boxes
You placed me.
I know what I carry in me,
A heart of gold.
I know that I tarry but with grace,
In this path for the bold.
I can’t lack.
I strive for the best.
Hoping, no not hoping.
I know it will be awesome,
Because right about now,
Look around you.
See the clue??
change is here.
A new revolution that refuses to stay put,
Until we are heard and noticed
Because you and i
We are the new black.

Poetyk Prynx

This Poem

This Poem

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This poem is the voice of a million hearts out there.
The Voices out there that cannot be heard.
Wishes and request of hearts still on the waiting list,
Desires and yearnings taking so much and so long to accomplish,
articulations that are forever overshadowed by fears and insecurities.
This poem is for those out there who got so much on their heart
So much to carry.

This poem is for:
The hardworking student who keeps struggling with his or her grades
The passionate lyricist and rapper who still has problems coming up with lines
The artist giving it one more shot after having lost so many signs
For the poets and spoken word artists fighting to be heard for what seems to be decades

This poem is for:
The kenkey seller on a bad day
The little boy at the foster home,wishing for a real home
The orphanage kids who daily battle the feeling of being cut off.
For the graduate who can’t find a job and its been four years past graduation
For the dejected, frustrated,lonely,hungry and thirsty
For those who can’t afford a three square meal
Always looking up to a heaven they made up in their hearts and hoping for manna

This poem is the voice of mama who cries every night
And holding on to her blanket so tight with a heavy heart
And hoping that her raging husband would once again be mild
That her lost son should find the light
And that her wayward daughter would return to the path of a true African child

This poem was requested for, by the father who had walk away from his family not because he chose to but because he was scared to drag them with him into his dark lonely world
For the father hoping that his child would have to grow up without him would find a place in his or her bitter heart to forgive him when the moment of truth comes

This poem is the sobs of the girl who keeps getting broken hearted and wondering if true love exists
This poem is the alphabetical manifestation of the excruciating pain of the guy who just had his girlfriend snatched and doesn’t know what time it is.
This poem is the positive pregnancy test letter of a confused teenager hidden in the closet, thinking of whether to abort or to keep it
With tears of pain and regret pouring out of her eyes
The supposed baby papa is busy in between the thighs of his next victim

This poem is the left covers of a mixture of tissue,Vaseline and lotion, cucumbers and smoothly shaped bottles owned by they that really want to stop their addiction of self enlightenment but they can’t desist
They can’t resist when the temptation comes calling
For those whose life and their addictions seems to be forever latched

This poem is for they that have a good heart but not appreciated
For they that have a heart fallible to evil but wanting to repent but never given the chance to
For the little kids down the streets with nothing to cover their feeble fleets
for the homeless, the jobless, restless, childless, motherless, fatherless
And for those who smile less

This poem is the handiwork of a activist for those behind bars for crimes they never committed.
for those repentant of what they did, counting the days left off their sentence, so they could come out and show everyone that they deserve a second chance.

This poem is for
The trotro driver And his mate, the pure water sellers, the pk seller, the pushers, kayayoyos,
For all those hoping for a better life someday
For those yet to find happiness
For those whose struggles seems endless
For the millions out their sharing similar pains,stories, wishes and desires that forever remain countless

For those that this poem cant find words to express what they go through
This poem is for them all
This poem was written by one of them
This poem was inspired by one of them
this poem is a message to let them no that no matter how long it will take
Everything will be fine!

Poetyk Prynx