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Fier D'etre Noir [Proud to Be Black]

By: Carlton A. Armistad

By Andrew LittlePublished 3 months ago β€’ Updated 3 months ago β€’ 1 min read
Top Story - September 2023
'We carry the World's Failings & Successes on Our Shoulders, Our Strength is Resilient' - The Black Man

Verse 1.

Water and Me have never been One

As I am and will always be a true Child of the Sun

Whipped for being ill, the bloody death boat will not stand still

Air sickly & stale, day after day I am feeling more frail

Missing the beauty of home the African savannah

Evening conversation under the Sun with Pappa & Mamma

Another slave's body, ripe with pain's end

Lifted and disposed as if that person had no family or friends.

Verse 2.

My image moves with a confidence that makes my Dreadlocks float upwards

I say it with heartfelt pride

I am a product of my ancestors sacrifice

Freedom to move, live and grow

Reaping the Harvest from 'seeds' they sowed.

Lynching's, whippings and beatings even murder

Has given Me the rights and privileges' so many choose to squander.

Verse 3.

Never forget the cotton fields and sugar plantations

Where the rape and degradation of a race took place

With the culprits yet to offer any reparations

Continent ravaged, its owners murdered and savaged

Brutality with no humanity was the language used to break us

civilised and better Christian men they claimed they would make us.

Verse 4.

Dispersed across the whole world our dark smooth chocolate skin

shared culture, food and knowledge that the world has taken in

Athletes and Inventors, Painters and Educators

Black people and Black culture are the very bedrock of civilization

Love given freely without any expectation

Acknowledgment and our Betterment, deprived and denied

They are those now, that have started the great cover-up

As if what we suffered were lies

Verse 5.

Black Man, learn to love yourself and the great African oak tree from which you sprung.

Black Woman, celebrate yourself, on your backs have many a nation been built then brought down.

Black children, accept your birth right, revel in the crazy, hazy mix

As winding as as twining as the sweet sensual movements of our hips

Bringing rhythm to the four corners of the earth

We bear no ill-will to our fellow races

Price has been paid, in suffering and pain, for tha survivor's joy that we wear on our faces.

[The End]

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About the Creator

Andrew Little

Carlton A. Armistad is the pseudonym for Andrew R. Little. I prefer writing under this as it allows me to look at any body of work I complete separate to my personal day-to-existence, and safeguards my relationships and family.

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  • Lamar Wiggins3 months ago

    πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ™πŸ½ That was outrageously good! Thank you and congrats!

  • Naveedkk 3 months ago

    Congratulations on top story,

  • Awesome ✨ πŸŽ‰πŸ’―β€οΈCongratulations on your Top StoryπŸŽ‰

  • Alex H Mittelman 3 months ago

    Very emotional! Great work!

  • Babs Iverson3 months ago

    Marvelous!!! Love this!!! Congratulations on Top Story!!!β€οΈβ€οΈπŸ’•

  • Novel Allen3 months ago

    Beautifully said, profound and inherently heartfelt. We find beauty and acceptance in the written words and deeds handed down through generations. A very hearty congrats on your Top Story win.

  • Judey Kalchik 3 months ago

    Wow Andrew, I am glad that Vocal shared this today. A deeply felt, compassionate call to action. Thank you for writing it.

  • Celia in Underland3 months ago

    I want to say something profound. I can't - am wordless. The cruelty and arrogance of people sickens me. Beautifully written, hopeful, tragic and incredibly moving. 🀍 Thank you for writing and sharing 🀍

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