Since There Aren’t Enough Poems About Black Men (Part II)

Beloved Brotha Man my belief in obsidian sun

Resistance fighter regal and safe hands for falling crown

Calmly states “No Black Kween then no Black King—We are indivisible—We are one”

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Loyalty that can’t be bought nor connections that can be undone

Always only bring your A-game

Beloved Brotha Man my belief in obsidian sun

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When I feel up against the wall and fear this battle can’t be won

Words become your weapons

Calmly states “No Black Kween then no Black King—We are indivisible—We are one”

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Hey ‘Sought-for-Answers-to-Silent-Prayers’ where the Ancestors have shone

All their strength in concentration

Beloved Brotha Man my belief in obsidian sun

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The world enlists its standard soldiers but from them we’ll never run

We are impenetrable together

Calmly states “No Black Kween then no Black King—We are indivisible—We are one”

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When the skies to evil bear witness and the final battle has begun

Righteousness favors us as victors

Beloved Brotha Man my belief in obsidian sun

Calmly states “No Black Kween then no Black King—We are indivisible—We are one”

Afterthoughts:-

I tend to go the opposite direction of structure when it comes to poetry as with most things. Likely due to the overriding structural suffocation I felt in my formative years.

I toyed around with the idea of writing a villanelle for the Vocal Challenge but struggled a bit, feeling claustrophobic. But as previously mentioned, we writers can be a resilient, 'development-or-bust,' unpredictable lot. I reasoned if I were gonna try something new, I'd have to make it memorable, different, emotive, and inspirational for me. Can't think of who else to bring instant warmth and beaming smiles than my Brothas. I love y'all!

Kindest thanks for your 'reading-love!'