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Sonnet: Substance of black

All eyes envy
Pretty ebony

This is greater
Than a gender

It cut across,
Nations just trust

Whether pure breed
Or the hybrids

Sweet are the tales,
Hammering nails

Look at my kin
Same as my skin

Not just ravens,
Black is haven.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blackish

Hair short, no curls
Harder than burls.
Nothing on bunk,
Hence, sacks may leak

Yet, blacks stays strong
Through rights and wrongs.
Dogs may bark; but,
Color change not.

Hardship may try
Devil may cry
Baste of the past
Blackish still last.

Even at nights
Shadows come out
In such darkness
Tranquil relax.

Guess God created
Tastebuds to taste
Sweet chocolates
Hope you relate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Edit the color pictures

Rage, anger, and war;
Why do we make out
Fire from harmless smoke?
Why do we throw fists
When we will later
Hug, hold hands in feast?

Before blends of wines
Yes we heard it all
The torture and pains
Whether black or white
I am not racist
Put that on hash tags.

Call me what I am
Raw; not what I am
To bullets that harms
I do not expect
Exaggerating
Ants for elephant.

But, please desist from
Putting me under
Your ill expression
When with disclaimers
You can say; “Nigga”
And still go scot free…

On life screen, everyone
Is but a racist,
So tune the pictures
To black and white views
For these cameras
Has had enough blood.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native Fly: City of lost kings and queens

Stabbed and betrayed by my kinsmen
Who sold me for mirrors, socks, shoes
And gun powders.

I engraved throne; oh my sweet home,
In the innermost part of my crest
With inks of gold.

I built their poles, streets and cities..
Till Foriegn lands overtime became
A paradise.


Pains I suffered, I sweat it out,
Till it turned rains, I rose from dust
Into mountains.

Patriotism, I visited home,
To rebuild my native land
Better than theirs…

But I was tossed not for old rocks
But unfitness to remember
My sweet culture.


The more I try to blend and fit
More I cry, and fall on my feet
Pack bags and leave.

Race on my face; where am I from
I try so hard, yet rejected
Too many times

Now my homeland is not my town
Neither the place I can be found;
….Lost Kings and Queens.


©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native Fly: A Faded Blackman

At times I ask;
“Who is now the fool”…
Is being black
Really beautiful?

From kings to slaves
Demanding a place
From slaves to kings
Rejecting their place.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lost before kickoff

Like a native frying pan
I am but a naked man,
Ready for life contest
A contest of the swift…

Racing to climb the hill
Hence the mark I kneel
But there come challenges
Change of rules and pages…

“Step forward if you are white”
In spite of the prerequisite
The White forks had all edges
I, Black.. watched my jinx

Each who made it through
Had a lot of gadgets and tools
To take them within seconds
Should the race begin soonest.

With no boost or vantage
I had to begin from my cage
Several miles behind, their traces
Hoping in vain to win the race.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Black lives: #Shithole

I am indifferent about shit hole
It is what we get for having no goal

Failing to develop our own coal homes
Yet posing in white farms as a scarecrow

We have the ores to make long poles
But we chose to cross borders to parole

A modern slave remotely control
Yet we fuss to acrimonious roll

Fetching water with leaking bowls
Filled with lots of lost tadpoles

Coal bad governance unending scroll
I am indifferent about shit hole.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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