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God made us Black,
And there’s nothing that we lack.
He knew what he was doing,
And he will not take it back.....
How ungrateful do Blacks sound,
When they whine with such remorse?
About being blessed with hair like wool,
That’s curly and that’s coarse.....
How ungrateful do Blacks look,
When they decide it must be changed.
And they bleach their hair to blonde,
So that no Black will remain.....
How ungrateful do Blacks act,
When they’re trying to be white.
Not knowing “Black is beautiful”,
They think that “white is right”.....
How ungrateful do they make,
Their children act and lack?
When they don’t teach them the honor,
And the pride in being Black.....
Many people have it wrong,
With “pride goeth before the fall”.
When we had pride, we had kingdoms
When we lost pride, we lost them all.....
If God did not mean for us, to be Black,
We wouldn’t have been Black at birth.
And if Black was not the most beautiful thing,
God wouldn’t have made it first.....
The depths of the “fire-ry” center of earth,
Is as bright as the brightest sun.
But the heavens, the home where God resides,
Is a Black and beautiful one.....
Any time we start to think,
That being Black is hard.
We must think of ourselves in a “poker game”,
And the devil holds our cards.....
In the “poker game” we lost your souls,
And now we must win them back.
By showing the devil how proud we are,
That God has made us Black.....
We must reflect our pride in our “Blackness”,
Our education, clothes and style.
And reflect on the “slaves” we have become,
But only for a while.....
And the next time we think about changing ourselves,
Into something that is fake.
We must remember that God made us Black,
And God don’t make mistakes.....
A Black Panther (P.B.C.O.C.N.) Poem By NEETTA BLACK
.....“Be Proud To Be Black.”..........
Tell Me Mom, Why Was I Born?
How Did I Come To Be?
Was My Daddy There To Hold Your Hand?
While You Were Having Me?.....
Did My Daddy Say The Words?
“I Love You More Than Life?”
Were You Just Another Girl?
Or Were You Daddy’s Wife?.....
Did He Hold Me In His Arms?
With Love And Pride And Joy?
Or Did He Leave Without Even Knowing?
If You Had A Girl Or Boy?.....
Does He Even Know My Name?
Does He Know That I Exist?
Am I My Daddy’s Heart And Soul?
Or Just Another Child On His List?.....
Did You Even Love My Dad?
And Did He Love You Back?
Was It That He Had No Means?
Or Was It A Conscience That He Lacked?.....
Was Daddy Not The One For You?
Was It Hard For You To See?
Did You Think You Were The Only One?
But Was Number Twenty-Three?.....
Did My Dad Destroy Your Life?
Or Did He Just Pave The Way?
For You To Find Your Future King?
And Be A Queen Someday?.....
I Know It’s Hard For You To See,
That God, He Has A Plan.
And That A Queen Must Find Her King,
And Not Just Any Man.....
So Keep Your Faith In God, Dear Mom,
And You’ll Live Happily.
For Now You Know, It Takes A King,
To Raise A Family.....
A Black Panther (P.B.C.O.C.N.) Poem By NEETTA BLACK.....
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