The soil, Black
That habours the seed
And gives it life to man
The crude
The coal
Of earth's heart
And the economy of man
The black of the night
All conquering
That changes all to its shade
And respite in sleep
This, this
Is the beauty of me, and kin
The resilience that saw,
That suffered,
That conquered
The planned extinction
Of the noble shade in slavery.
(Saturday,4th November,1999,2.42pm)
Beautifully written. Wonderful expression. Thank u, dear poet. anjandev roy.
Whatever may be the color of skin a heart is pink and the blood is red. A lovely poem
Well written. Powerful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 for sure.
There is pride in your race, who endured slavery for so long. African Americans have their own special beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem on pride and self belief. Every fall would see a rise. Honest write 10+
Right on point dear Kesav. Thanks so much.