Home > Creative Writing > Poetry
Created on: July 23, 2009 Last Updated: July 31, 2009
What is this life that we live,
What is this freedom that we long to embrace.
What is it like to feel that you are alive,
It's freedom to finally fit in a place.
A place where I live but none to call my home.
A place swarmed with so many that have told me to go back home.
A horde of faces not like mine that cringe upon my presence and even when I walk by.
So shallow in those thoughts and so oblivious to see,
That it was their forefathers who brought my ancestors to be.
To exist in land that was built by us yet not granted equality.
They have erased what is by far the truth.
Manipulated the history books and brainwashed the youth.
There's no way to explain what my life would be like,
If Harriet Tubman didn't seize the Underground Railroad and carried so many of our people through the night.
How about the Nat Turner rebellion that voiced what we can do,
Form a revolution under your noses, while you haven't the slightest clue.
What we fight for, is to be where we belong, and be equal as you are,
We want to live a happy life, good credit and feel no pain.
We want to not be ridiculed for how we look and how we dress,
We want to breathe a carefree atmosphere and not feel the stress.
Sometimes life can be hard but the past 400 years prove that we are strong,
We can conduct turmoil and steer tribulations unlike any race of mankind.
Yes, I am black, Yes I am Proud, even at my lowest I can say it loud,
No I am not a rebel, but yet I stand firm.
It is the very freedoms and advances that you've had for so many years that I yearn.
These are just a few yet the list could go on,
Despite our faults and obstacles we remain strong.
Deep down inside you realize and now see,
With generations of lies, we are now opening our eyes.
Freedom and equality is somehow beginning to ring,
With a deafening sound unlike any I've heard before.
Fist in the air, locs in the wind.
My commander and Chief is an African American.
Don't be mad now, you've have over 400 years to shine.
Or is it that you are afraid, because that time is now mine.
Learn more about this author, Craig Davis.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
Poetry: Political humor
'Twas the night before recess, and all through the House,
The Congressional think tank, somewhat of a louse,
Shook hands and
by Bri Mark
We've all heard of those myths and legends,
I've searched for them all of my life,
the Loch Ness monster, the Holy Grail,
by Tom Mcmurray
My eyes and ears observe and yours, I hope, concur it's true,
There's too much talkin' bout the talk-no doin' 'bout the
by T.C Leonard
Forget VP: Palin For President!
John McCain is Palin'
Compared to his running mate
She's the only VP I have seen
I'd like to
by T.S. Garp
The Bob Dylan Perspective. This poem is inspired by Bob Dylan and the turbulent 60s.
Sitting here singing a song
Trying
View All Articles on: Poetry: Political humor
Featured Partner
Chesapeake Service Systems (CSS) has partnered with Helium, giving you the chance to write for a cause. Browse CSS' featured titles, pick an issue and write! You can also donate your article earnings. Share what you know, ...more