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with all kinds of Black history stored in their heads... Jugglers of professions, managers of lives - mothers of children, lovers and wives. They were good-hearted and kind, reaching out to others; giving back to the community and supporting our brothers... All these sisters had struggled in the path; suffered from prejudices and endured the wrath.
I'll never allow them to confine you too 1-day a year, when you give your all, every day you breath air. I know there's some fathers that's not always there... but know just the same, your children still care. sociely is not always played out in our favor. yet "YOU" my dear father, bring out the real flavor.
Black Poetry : she's a REDBONE a yellow mellow SOUL SISTER HELLO a female try to get her head right in the car sail through the redlight she go to bed at night weari rhymebad Dec 24, 2023
I never walked my sister’s path Or stand even near my mother’s bath Man and I upon the warpath Trying to equal the boy That I let steal my bath He is my shadow Plain and tall Helped me build My wall ever tall He was the child I never was In him I tried to be lost Girls of my day were just not valuable In this thought I was lost I raced with ...
Feb 18, 2010. #1. ….she left this life 2-15-2010, to a brand new life. It was a miracle to have had my grandmother in my life, a blessing indeed for my dream came true to meet her and to know her. For the rest of my life I will remember you, yet the time we had was short....But cherished…Grandma I love you and I will miss you. Finally ...
Black Poetry : she was a CHINESE GIRL boys wanna squeeze her world and kiss her lips and stuff grab her hip huff and puff she have to duck in VIRGINIA BEACH boys eve rhymebad Dec 26, 2023
Beautifully graced upon her face. Saw the African American tenacity. See, to me she is not gone. Just again setting The Grandest Lady trend. To remind us that we continue to move on. To remind us the best is yet to come. To remind us we are never done. Just learning life’s lessons. She held on strong.
Black Poetry : she was a BROWN SOUL SISTA and boys like to whisper in her eardrum she try not hear none come to be aware there's nothing dumb about a stare he wish t Latest: rhymebad Today at 1:09 PM
Dec 15, 2003. Bluewater. R. Black Poetry : she's a black SOUL SISTA from uptown. real sweet and Butt round boys throw junk in her ear. and try pump it right here. he just prays for cake. and da. rhymebad.
As o'er the world the black man raised his head. Bechuanaland, a State with Kenya, Members of the Federal Union grand. Send their greetings to sister Zanzibar, And so does laughing Tanganyika. Over in Grand Mother Mozambique, The pretty Union Flag floats in the air. She is sister to good Somaliland, Smiling with the children of Dahomey.