"Royal Strengths" (Part 5)

“Powerful, resilient, and black”

This is a poem that was based on the royal strength in the book beloved by (Toni is Morrison) winner of the Noble peace prize.

The days of humanity washed away by men

Woman the blame of this corrupted intelligence biblically written

The rivers small compared to the oceans, but they are connected one way or another

likewise is human powerful, resilient, and divers…

If a man and woman was said to be the start of the world and names, then “I can say that we are all connected.”

If Noah really built an ark, then I can assume that we are all connected.

I thank my teacher for allowing my mind to run free as it can be

Adding no restrictions to the wording I project

I thank you.

They say things happen for a reason now I see more than I have been shown before.

Paul D is me powerful, resilient, and black…

Life is connected to what you experience and relate to

Pain itself

Fixing dinner whereas making dinner is the way of the unstable

Nonexistent gratitude and earned appreciation unknown by the majority, white supremacy created a repeating rigorous surplus of hopelessness that sprinted through the minds of the helpless victims.

Sethe, Denver, beloved, and Baby Suggs etc. all  had super woman powers emerged from the slaves who survived that awfully dreadful quest from Africa to America 

Agony is an easy description of that criminal voyage, the survivors were strong enough to make it

In a sense we are those who have emerge with the power from the survivors of the most deadliest, most toxic-unsanitary trip of all times

The bond within that bondage of time our ancestors had had had to be broken by our devilish oppressors
Surviving whether stronger than page 151 and the cause of it was beloved’s scrutiny for sethe.

My grandfather Lee Ashley once told me that “the white man used to tell their darters that African-American males had tails like reptiles and animals.” The way he treated women at restaurants led me to believe that he was once a womanizer. My grandpa stated with a crooked bright smile, that “all of the white women in his town believe it until they found out that our tales are in the front.” We laughed a laughter fit for two black Giants.

I can tell that my grandpa something like Paul D, he may hard times seem durable.

Powerful, resilient, and black as to start of life.
 I thank my teacher for allowing my mind to run free as it can be

Adding no restrictions to the wording I project

I thank you.