Posts Tagged ‘black’
Newborn Baby Tears for My Old Self
Posted by: Farah on: October 2, 2009
sometimes i still cry for the old me
and i feel guilty cuz
the new me is
happy.
but i miss the old me’s extremes–
blind faith and concrete
black and white ideals
until evil jet black pushed into petrified pink
surprisingly, painfully.
suffering isn’t ideal.
neither are tears and grief
for a version of myself
mummified by cries that came so often
that when tears ran out,
a [...]
Video of Me Performing “Exotic Beauty”
Posted by: Farah on: November 8, 2008
Hi everyone! Here is another video of me performing. This is my poem, “Exotic Beauty” (click here to read the poem) at an event in Washington, D.C. I did last week called “Women, Words, and Power!” (done in association with The Essential Theatre). I was one of nine female spoken word artists who performed.
I’ll warn [...]
Ode to Black Man
Posted by: Farah on: October 6, 2008
black man,
you are the still waters where bystanders pass time by
throwing pebbles on
with the hope that they will skip.
i see you as you ripple every which way
from that which is thrown at you
but still you manage not to break.
you are fluid,
cool, transforming when you need to
but still remaining faithful
to the form that is you…
beautiful.
your strength [...]
Black in America
Posted by: Farah on: July 23, 2008
- In: poetry
- 10 Comments
is blackness a curse?
they’re trying to kill us.
the darker brother and sister are put on display
like slaves
in an open market.
they’re trying to kill us,
letting us choose our own death
whether it’s how we ingest, protect, or have sex,
it all results in the same effect.
Uncle Sam is the overseer,
lashing us with the whip of the economy,
sugar cane [...]
Forget Hancock!
Posted by: Farah on: July 14, 2008
- In: poetry
- 5 Comments
Justice League, Fantastic Four, X-Men and Spidey,
all kind of cool but for Hancock i have no need.
i can’t say i was truly surprised to see
that the only black superhero just had to be angry,
constantly sippin, constantly trippin,
ruining everything he touched,
constantly cussin, threatening violence
and i thought it was all a bit much
that he couldn’t get it [...]
Black Nostalgia
Posted by: Farah on: July 11, 2008
- In: poetry
- 3 Comments
old black men love me
when i appear in their view,
eyes get brighter and burdens don’t feel
as heavy,
the corners of their mouths awaken because
when they see me
they see the 70’s.
i am reminiscent of another era,
of times of relaxation, groove, and black pride,
a time when black women took pride
in how they were born and contemporary times
hadn’t yet [...]
Monkey Babies
Posted by: Farah on: July 9, 2008
*Written July 5, 2008*
i was watching TV the other night and i saw
rich people buying monkeys to raise them as babies.
what ever happened to adoption?
as another black child or baby is in foster care crying or getting abused,
rich white people are buying colorful satin dresses to put on little monkeys with diapers.
they’re “part of the [...]
District of Columbia v. Heller
Posted by: Farah on: July 9, 2008
*Written June 26, 2008*
gun ban lifted in the District…
will the homicide now escalate?
will parents be any more afraid
to let their children play outside?
the last time i checked
some kids get shot by bullets
rushing through windows by surprise
so will the fact that handguns are legal
make any difference for black people?
will Chocolate City have cherry syrup dripping over [...]
The System is a Joke
Posted by: Farah on: July 9, 2008
*Written June 24, 2008*
the system is a joke
we sit with our popcorn and soda
in comfortable seats that lean back
and chit chat and laugh at the punchlines
we forget that what we see on the screen
is for some people reality
black man slain by the police
and all officers are acquitted
ha
soldiers die in the name of freedom
countless anonymous others [...]
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