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Stand up black nation

If not for the whites who came
Trading us and our resources
We would have ruled the world
But here we are undeveloped,
Shredding like animal’s furs
Hitting hard on mother soil.

We brag about being great
Better than the white folks:
Are we factual with this?
I hate to hear excuses
When we can, right the wrongs
Of the generations before us…

I love my dark complexion
I am proud of the black nation
But we should buckle up
And not blame the white faces
Nor blacks that sold our race
Several years ago…

Yesterday is but history
Today we are here breathing
What are we doing at the moment
To build the great Nation
We sing about in musics
Telling tales by the moonlight.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com 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

Haiku: All but Wakanda

So sad, slave trade nicked
Africa into Marvel’s
Pit of Wakanda.

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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

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