Inspirational Poems

I’m Black
I’m Unique
I’m proud
I’m the milky smooth brown in a chocolate bar

My hair is Black & My hair is Short
All of my hair is Good.!

I’m Black
I’m Unique
I’m Proud

My eyes are the delicious browny in a chocolate bar

I’m Black
I’m Unique
I’m Proud

I come from ancient black kings & Queens.
I come From Sahara Desert Africa.

I’m proud to be me
I’m Proud to say who I am.
I’m Proud to say it out loud” I’m Black & I’m Proud”

I’m black
I’m Unique
I’m Proud

Till death …may we rest, Then forever more.

The Victory Is The Lord’s. Cry Holy, Holy, Holy,

 Save our soul’s, Let the Fire Fall, The lion roar.

 worthy, worthy, worthy, Is the Lord God Almighty.

Lord of Lord’s, King of king’s. The time is coming, And is now here.

lift up your voices, You saint’s, And Join the endless praise.

Time of celebration and jubilee.

 Dance, Sing. Let our Praise be endlessly. To our Love to be..

 That will last forever Un temporary.

So dance, Sing. Let us not stop for the Glory of the Lord has fallen on us.

The time is coming, The time is now.

Bow down, Say your vow, Make way, Crown him now.

Un temporary love to be.

Shown in glory, Let him be,

 Jesus Christ. Lord of Lord’s King of king’s!!!!

Situations are always hunting me
i couldn’t find my way out
things will go worst if this continues..
don’t know how to handle all these
but everything is just waste of time
tears..cries..pains..everything
i have a long way to go
and i know there are very many things
much things that i can do
just to show this world that
someone like me ..lived here
and so getting prepared myself
to face every no’s and yes’s
towards a new goal
and i know, i am not alone
my love is always there for me..

Wake up in the morning, not another day
I hate growing anyway and I’m 19 today,
god give me a break, lets get a party parade,
just for nothing lets celebrate.
Hateful times, shattered minds,
feelings from the heart hit u like thorns and being poked on by porkey pines.
Why can’t love be real, a man and his dream of shouldering wings always stand still,
thoughts that count never seem for real.
I flow with the wind, my body and soul bends,
the thought of loosing, you shouldn’t give in,
find ur center and flow within

Am I who they say who I am?

Do I look like what they say I look like?

Is it me that I need to change?

Some faces may be neutral, but behind this face is a sense of fear.

The tears may shed through poetry as anger expresses through stanzas.

Am I the victim?

Never seen it coming!

Can it disappear completely?

With one voice?

One response?

One decision?

I am accountable to be myself. I am free to be me.