My Ancestors Still Speaks

Hear the Negros from my ancestors to the generation of young Blacks
Americans proudly say: Our black is united together around the world,
different ethnic backgrounds together we are one.

Our black stands strong through the evil of racism and diversity

Our black is bold

Our black is free

Our black lives on

My ancestors still speaks.

poem by Anasha Greham
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My Seed

Mourning the loss of that special thing you hold inside physically and jointly connected by God only to find you standing alone.
As I face the hurt of my loss, dreaming of a second chance wondering if, I done my all.
Holding back tears only to be shed when I’m alone trying to recover from hurt but continues to reminisce of the happiness felt, the emotions overwhelming with excitement, now trying to make a new start hoping to leave all distress behind but now, the excitement has vanished and reality is present.

poem by Anasha Greham
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