Poetry "Ancestors" by:Nubian Star
I bet our ancestors are angry
Angry our backs are scar less
Furious that our hands have
Never labor in any way like
Their calloused fingertips
We have no idea what cotton
Feels like pure from the ground
Under a hot Mississippi sun
At high noon
Can’t even imagine what it must have been
Like to watch my daughter be raped
By our master
Her father
I would guess the souls of those
That built what I now benefit from
Turn endlessly at the ignorance we resort to daily
Giving homage to them only in February
For 28 or 29 days
This country’s roads are paved on their graves
Haunted by their continual misfortune
The lives they were told they should be thankful for
Treated less than animals
Forced to pray to a God that didn’t even recognize them as human
Made to sing praises to a deity that demanded they give their blood
As worship or be punished
Monsters yielding
Black leather bound books
With gilded crosses
Filled with foreign markings
Inhuman teachings
Unrealistic requirements of devotion
I KNOW our ancestors cry out in rage
Every time we pick up instruments of hate
And kill one another
Over
Shoes
Jealousy
Lust
Territory
Behaving like the very ones that
Stole us in the first place
Ignorant
I bet our ancestors watch us now
Ashamed
End Point
4/10/14
Poetry "Soul Music" by: Nubian Star
Horns blow
Blaring with the strength to
Herald angels in
Horns blow again
This time accompanied by Cello’s
Bellowing strings
Then the saxophone sings in Alto
On the up beat the keys chime in
And just as toes being to tap
Here comes that hi hat
And there you have it
Ladies & Gentlemen
Jazz
As the trumpet hits a high note
On a smooth solo
That’s when bodies hit the floor
Grinding
Bouncing
Gyrating
Cat calling
Announcing the way that rhythm
Makes them sway
Makes bodies shaking
& Wiggling
In betwixt the cello & keys
You can hear the sweetest things
See the bass drop
Low
Then it’s the drum solo
Now it’s really jumping
Ladies slide thru legs
Others slice thru the air
All on the call of the notes
It’s a melodic dope
That gets you
Heaven High
That Jazz train
Everybody can ride
Do a soul glide
Bringing that beat back again
Never wanting it to end
Screaming for an encore
Horns Blow
Angels do the jig
To this hypnotic heralding
Strumming head nodding strings
As beautiful keys and a saxophone sing Alto
To a kick drum and hi hat hitting
Jazz
Ladies & Gentlemen
Let’s dance!
End Point
4/15/14