Black…
If I were a fisher of man I am still waiting for you to catch a hook
A hook into the realm of black reality in America
Understand that I am not a Revolutionary Poet
My poetry is a revolution
A resolution to change the energy that surrounds the being that’s unsettled inside of me
My mind that has boiled over time and time again wants us all to recognize that we have to walk this path together in order to reach a higher reality
A higher time in our lives to be understood and kept for further generations
Black is the most beautiful color to me
Black is many colors
Black is my color Black is your color Even if you aren’t black you want to be-I Would. Black, you know, I just love to say it: my people, black people I Love You, I Love Myself and we have been mis-represented here for sometime now. And the crazy thing is we’ve become so numbed to it that it’s embarrassing to talk about. About how we have no non buffoonery images to grow upon on a consistent basis on the small and silver screens ‘cause we can’t keep our meager fare out of bootleg pirates’ pockets. We “learn how to be” from Britney Spears and Paris then obtain fashion from twisted heads and Katie Holmes because she married Tom Cruise, are you serious? Oh, that’s right we’ve got Girlfriends-nope that’s gone now, The Game and countless reruns of The Cosby Show, A Different World and Good Times….I guess I should be happy. But somehow I’m not. I look around and I’m not seeing enough of myself so I begin to think I’m white but I’m not…I’m beautifully Black
A sista
Big round bottom, wide hips, plump lips and soft skin
Come in-this is love
We are special, smart, intelligent, an intelligent work of art
Black Beautiful
Black is Beautiful
We must all feel this please
Without this understanding we forget our greatness. Black
If I were a fisher of men I am still waiting for you to catch a hook.
A hook into a realm of black reality in America.
Bite. -Janus