A NEW BELIEVER

A NEW BELIEVER
I was raised to be careful
Not to say some things, inappropriately
To take care of my being, never fall headfirst into abyss
You were taught to hold your tongue
To always leave your eyes, to do the communication
I was schooled to behave, not allow myself to be slaved
Yet the way you put me on my knees, alone in my room, praying
You make me reflect, reminding me of an old woman I used to know
The faith you put in me, without a word uttered
Like she always did, just with her presence
The values you stand for, without preaching
Like she did, when she sat me down for a teaching
It’s why I put trust in you
Even with my eyes closed
Believing, you’ll take me across the tight string
And if we fall, that I’ll catch you
Even though you were the leader
Just to show, that again, you made me a believer
©Sanya Noel 2012

When this dust returns to dust

When time comes that Iwelcome a new dawn,   Iwould like to leave nothinga mess, i would like to leave behind a healthy generation governed by morals and who do not fear to obey positive instincts.

I would wish my lineage live lives showcasing dignity and not what this mean planet has to offer, let them be people to be looked up to, people having no line of ego or discrimination, separating ability and inability, poverty from riches but that which would separate virtues and vices.

I wish they would always keep their calm, understand their fellows and even mind others welfare.

Id wish to see no more fights, no more injustices caused by power or wealth nor any form of violence emanating from greed.

I would wish they speak out their minds openly to save situations instead of wasting time speaking behind closed doors and backstabbing their fellows in cowardice.

I wish you live as servants and not masters for the art of mastering is perfected in service .

I wish you impart hope to the ‘made be’ pessimists and live for the rights of the ‘unheard’ instead of passing judgement and accepting pride for fear you instill on the folks poorly judged.

I wish you leave the globe a better place than u found it;I wish u form meaning and heed to them.

I wish you become people who look before they leap and lead not only to places they feed; people complete; people who will for sure afford a smile when this dust shall return to dust.

©Tobby Omoro

FLYING STRAIGHT

FLYING STRAIGHT

Like a young tree, the best things too are nurtured

Grown and watered, weeded and pruned.

Like a young kid, they too are fed

A balanced diet, carbohydrates and proteins

 Calciums and vitamins,

Ensuring the bones are strong.

Like a baby dog, you teach them manners too

When to come in, where to eat, when to retreat

You never forget to show them boundaries

Just so they won’t start feasting on your chicken

And if the thing called love grew all these traits

We would surely always fly straight.

©Sanya Noel 2012

STARTING A REVOLUTION

STARTING A REVOLUTION

Alone, I can write my lines

Read them to myself and just dream

If you join me, we can be two

You can offer an ear, to listen, I, a head, to nod

A third, we can dance and sing

Laugh as we read, we can exchange stanzas

One more, there can be a teacher

Correcting mistakes, nudging us on

Five of us, we can get a singer, and do acappellas, we can start a band

Ten of us, we shall be ripe to incite,

We can preach our word, we can educate the mass

A hundred, a wonderful audience,

A thousand, a revolution, a poetry revolution,

We start by joining hands,

We start when we start to write, when we create a new tribe

We start when the new tribe is The Poetic Tribe.

©Sanya Noel 2012

 

 

 

DON’T BE BLACK

DON’T BE BLACK
You want to be there?
Then don’t be black
You can be a thief, be a murderer, be a rapist
But just don’t be black
Commit all other possible crimes
Invent new ones of your own,
But leave out being black
Be hard-line, be rude,
Be a pain in the wrong of every living soul
But please don’t be black
You may drive how you want, break all traffic rules
You can befriend every tyrant,
But please don’t be black
Be unreasonable, be stupid, preach false religions,
But just don’t be black
And if you happen to be black
Ask for forgiveness,
You never meant to be black
Ask for another chance
And never choose to be black again.

©Sanya Noel

This poem was done on the morning of  September 22nd 2011, A day after the State of Georgia murdered

Troy Davies.