The Big 5 - 0

The Big 5 - 0

It’s my birthday

The Big 5 - 0

Just to let you know

No regrets

No stops

No broods or pouts

It’s been a mix

Some wrongful picks

Some hella ups

And heartful downs

It’s my birthday

The Big 5 - 0

Just to let you know

The forty-nine

Gotta let you go

Chalk to experience

And unconscious flow

On Plan A’s climb

Without distraction of - B

Will Smith said it

And now I see

From this point on

All’s gotta count

In my favor

That’s the route

Skies no limit

I’m damn deep in

Tele-focused to win it

Like Noah Bennett

It’s my birthday

The Big 5 - 0

Just to let you know

All I claim

May seem insane

Un-wet walks

Through drops of rain

Boat-less water rides

Nothin’ left to hide

Just got it like that

Since awake and back

Plane-less air soars

Always adored

Like Simba to Scar

From runner to ruler

With just one roar

It’s my birthday

The Big 5 - 0

Just to let you know

No more fears

Life remnants handled

Audited out

Real for what appeared

The path’s coming Clear

Love’s in the air

Conquered by war and fair

Defined by me

With one who cares

It’s my birthday

The Big 5 - 0

Just to let you know

Another 50, maybe more

Saving face under a score

Destined for lean, limber and strong

That can’t be wrong

With regenerated cells

Abundance over hell

Godly choices availed

Can’t you tell?

It’s My Birthday

The Big 5 - 0

Just to let you know

You’re here to witness

To tell what you see

Observe created destiny

Starts now 1-2-3 …

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“Black Mindset Recall”

I heard someone say

That we would be free one day

They were still a slave

Subtly guided

On their speech

How to behave

By people from caves

Those we had trained

Those we had shown

How to plant

How to till the land

From sugar cane, cotton

To cleaning their homes, be neat

How to raise children

Property mindset

Must be stopped at all cost

Time to be the boss

Benefit from self

Labor for a common cause

Independence Now

How?

Make products for self

Distribute what we have made

Buy from each other

There’s no other way

A new mindset starts today

Job or self-employed?

Black business is life

End to economic strife

And Just Over Broke

Truth, this ain’t no joke

Work together or perish

Unify, flourish

Money has good use

Can earn us respect worldwide

Black dollars combined

Elijah did it

Showed what Black dollars can do

Time to revisit

Be Black, Buy Black, Think…

Garvey said it best, said loud

We are Black and Proud!

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I'M BACK IN THE ATL -- HERE'S A NEW ONE CALLED, "Nappy?"

Sorry, it's been so long since my last post everyone. I got back from the west coast, and am slowly getting resettled. But, here's a new poem I just finished. Feel free to share this site with your friends. And, I appreciate your feedback.  Peace and Blessings... Fabraye.

Nappy?

Man, sometimes

It takes mom

What seems like forever

To twist, straighten

or braid my hair

See, that’s what mom’s do

Make us presentable

It’s one way they show us

How much they care

So, others won’t  stare

If they dare

‘cause when it comes to mamas

And their children

All had better beware

But, on this day

It was no stranger

Who incurred mama’s wrath

It was pappy, and as a joke

And he called my hair, “nappy”

Now, usually mama

Is of the quiet sort

But on this day

She lost all rapport

She inhaled and ex’d

From one righteous explicative

To the next

Pappy tried to stand his ground

But on my esteem’s behalf

She wore him down

Her hair, super curly,

is the mark of warrior queens

Where only the strongest

Of strong survived

And in her

All remain to be seen

Her hair, liken to lamb’s wool,

Is a badge of honor

A lineage reminder

Of our historical greats

Who in the face of opposition

Held to right

And relentlessly stood

Her hair, nappy, kinky

Or whatever you say

Carries our DNA

And connects us to a past

One survived, and the link

To the blessing of a new day.

Pappy looked past mama

And into my teary eyes

He bid me to come closer

And, lifted me high in to the air

As if to raise me above

My temporary demise

I meant no harm by my words

I mean, to think your hair

Is other than beautiful

Would be absurd

I love it every kind of way

From afro-puffs to beads and braids

And, I respect the fact

That mom does it most every day

So, whether it’s straight or “nappy”

Doesn’t matter what I or anyone says

You are beautiful

You are intelligent

You are compassionate

An incarnate of God herself

So, wear it well

And let all who choose to stare

Your unique and beautiful hair

is a crowning glory

to you and our ancestors’ story.

Take that to the bank

And cash it on Pappy.

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Up Longer Than Down

You look at the shadow

Down trodden

Sleeping on the street

Dormant, wondering

Where’s his next quarter

Or when will he next eat?

You think, what a travesty

Why is his story so bleak?

As if life started

Where you two first meet

Which is far from the truth

Of his history

You think maybe

Because his skin is brown

When in truth

He comes from stock

That’s been up

Much longer than down

So many shadows of color

But all are Black

Just treading on tough roads

Where the deck’s been stacked

But, the shadow’s

No Johnny Come Lately

Long time it’s been around

And longer up, than down

From Pyramids to Timbuktu

To Garvey, Elijah, and Martin King too

Giants among few

Masters among pigmies

Envied and turned blue

Outraged at the thought of change

That would alter

The slave-master game

Recrown a glory

And rewrite our story

One that reads in simple words

Your success is eminent

And not absurd

You are proud

And destined to rule

Your hieroglyphics set the basis

For all the world’s schools

But the knowledge was changed,

Rearranged, and with it

You’ve been hoodwinked,

Bamboozled and fooled

But, at the end of the day

You’ve been up

Longer than down

You wore a smile longer

Than you’ve worn this frown

You’ve been wiser longer

Than a White man’s clown

But, you look at the shadow

Down trodden

Two pay checks from homeless

Worried and overly stressed

Black people, once proud

Now broke and depressed

It seems hopeless

Oh, what a mess!

But, there is light

At the end of the tunnel

A rope on which to hold

We just have to be bold

Say it loud

“I’m Black, and I’m Proud!”

Stand up! And remove the shroud

Join hands will all

Who look like you, like me

Our power is in our unity

Together as a solid wall

Nullifies Humpty and breaks his fall

As a crowd we form a safety net

That one day

The world will respect

Then, what was shadow

Will be in the light

Standing upright and poised to fight

Prepared to make a new life

One where prosperity abounds

As we re-member

We’ve been up

longer than down.

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100% Employed

Go to school

Get a good job

Life is hard

For the out of work slob

Go to school

Get a job

No worries

They’ll always be work

From janitor to file clerk

Or one, atop the list

As Trump’s highly paid Apprentice

See, times have changed

Jobs run out

Plantations gone

Farms and factories fazed

Integration open

And Black businesses closed

Education available to all

Designed to keep

Modern day slaves on call

While the sciences of

Self-Mastery, Mating and Marketing,

Remain a mystery

And entrepreneurship back seated

To doing for self and

Letting freedom ring

Yeah, it’s a heck of a thing

Millions of collective dollars

Available to spend

Yet we set no trends

Continue to follow

As others bend our Will

Afraid to get down and dirty

So our children are like the wind

To and fro

Job to job

Prison to death row

Insecure because we’ve failed

And left them nothing sturdy

What skill will we pass?

What business will they inherit?

What institution will our lives outlast?

Oh, no worries …

Those are concerns for responsible adults

Those interested in limitless results

Those with a mind to be truly free

The courage to right history

And chart a new destiny

No need to be annoyed

Maybe tomorrow you’ll be

100% employed.

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To BE …

Awareness is

A heck of a thing

Like a bell

Migrainely chiming

Ding! Ding! Ding!

A wake up call

Finally making sense

Of it all

The Why’s of life

Coming home to roost

Psychosomatic ills healed

Revitalized with a sonic boost.

No more wonder

Why no place felt like home

Why I was compelled to roam

The reel-to-reel

Stories of pain

Shrouded progress

And tainted every gain

Unconsciously played

Over and again.

Over and again

I served others

But forgot to be

My own best friend

Thank God

This has come to an end

P. P. and L.

Is to where I am compelled

Peace,

Productivity

And Love

Now starts from within

And rains down from above

Cleansed,

Clear,

And conscious,

Awake

I opted to give

Myself a brake

To openly see

To live to Be.

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