PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Tears for Water


Tears for Water Last night I drank tears for water. Tonight, however, I'm reigning, I'm reclaiming me, breaking the chains upon me, overcoming, keeping my head above the sun, balancing the moon in the palm of my hand, hails of haughtiness is on my lips, a hint of arrogance is on my hips. Emerging, evolving, with the strength of the motherland, I am, long and strong, lean and proud, shackle of degradation, (I've been) shaken, but not shattered, bruised, but not broken, and when you step to me, step to me real, ˜cause I'm real, this is my black woman's manifesto, though this flesh was bond, couldn't steal my soul, no more chains, I define who I am. I drank a glass of tears to quench my thirst. Last night. Fairy tales long forgotten, for the children, our broken promises I cry, tossed to and fro in the wind, no direction, twas the blood of our fathers shed in vain? Black rain, unceasing, rise up Nubian kings and queens, lest rocks shall cry out in your place, lift the standards for self, the nation, the race. Drank tears, yet this thirst was insatiable. Last night. They try to emasculate my brothers, torn asunder, profaned, wickedness, insanity, by whips of hatred, hearts chastised, I testify, he once stood in dignity, graced boldly in the knowledge, but things have changed, perverted and adulteress, this generation has become, my son, it's genocide, drugs, an icy heart, a gun, defining one's manhood, now, another mother mourns; you are your brother's keeper; strong soldiers, black man reborn. Tears for water. The spirit of perfect unity, in harmony, the black family, all their blood, tears and soul, true conquerors, sojourners in this dying world, gird your breastbone, civil rights or deceiving eyes, united they stand strong, centered on a love unimaginable, unadulterated truth to feed your mind, a lighttower, shining bright, the essence of power, the example of humility, the backbone of all creation, the black family. My brothers, my chocolate children, my afflictions, my peace and comfort, my uncertainties, ALL things I lay at the feet of Jesus. And I no longer drink tears for water.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Submitted to a slam

Slam Against Bullying

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.