What is Ekphrastic Poetry ?
“An ekphrastic poem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work
of art. Through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the “action” of a
painting or sculpture, the poet may amplify and expand its meaning.” - Poetry Foundation
MY FAVORITE BLACK SONG
Lyrically blessed is your inspiring confidence and protective vigor
It harmonizes with our feminine anthem of compassion, grace and might
The touch of your story is needed throughout our Spirits airways
Black Man, Come Sing to me
Mighty Warrior, percussion your dashingly handsome wealth that is aesthetic and internal
Please I Plead, Impact the inhabitants within the circumference of this colossal Globe
Repair their willfully ignorant sight
Drown out the badly composed Flatulence that has led to toxic defecation and corrupt fertilization
Orchestrated by its Hideous partnered directors; Greed and Hate
We, Black Women, your graceful potency in this musical nightmare; by your side we will be
Your Precious Songbirds, assisting with this influential instrumental
Collaboration Chords of our tenor vitality and sopranic value
A duet Sublime; extraordinarily powerful
Scaling up despite the booby traps of the efforts of the righters who were blocked
We stay sharp; we lift up our flats
Charmingly major; We’re C Major no doubt
Minors we never were;
The ill sounded defect was our dulled musical key; Left out by unfair players
Now doing away with Biased Ghost writers
Now Effectuating, conquering, winning back the heart
The admiring glance of our God-given rights
Synchronize well, My Favorite Black Song!
By Protegee of Purpose
BY: Protegee of Purpose
INSECURITIES! Insecurities is the agent of many things ugly!
Envy, Control, Selfishness, Codependency, Jealousy, Manipulation
Sense-of Entitlement, Doubt, Being Judgmental, Self-Pity, Arrogance
Rebelliousness, Belittling, Need for Superiority, Excess Attention, Deceitfulness
Camouflage of one’s true Self/Masking, Hypocrisy, Overcompensating
The List goes on!
It robs identities! It Produces Hate and Evil!
It makes you cry out; WHY ME?!! What was the purpose of me being born?
To deal with what seems to be a Ferris wheel of Torture, day in, day out!!
Like HIV, it spreads affecting & effecting generations, after generations, after generations
Like the destructive, evil, and unquenchable Virus it is!
The Human Race, Our Human Minds as the Comfy Host in which Insecurities Viciously invades
Making our Minds as its Shelter, Violently Conquering Material and inhabitants within
Our Experiences, Thoughts, our cognitive photo album, our Memories
Draining our Energy
Hi-Jacked our systems; the way we were to function, Our Cultures, Lifestyles
We were to be Pure, Orderly, and Unified
Insecurities Corrupted and Weakened our Systems, our Environment, a People Past & Present
My Surrounding Environment, Their Surrounding Environment all internal and external factors
Taking part in this Nasty, Monstrous infection of Insecurity!
I’ve been both the Attacker, and Victim! We all have!
Question Though? Do I/ you continue spreading and infecting, or get treated?
Do we keep harping on who transmitted the disease, this unapologetic virus, to us and to our attackers, or get treated?
When it’s all said it done, everyone will get treated, but it won’t be of you!
In this life, in this realm of existence is only the Clinic. You can only get Treated!
Treatment includes Your Sincerest desire and willingness to be Just ; True Ownership of all of you, good and ugly
Unbiased and forthright feedback of loved ones
As potent and bitter as Medicine, it will NOT taste good
It’s Consumption like a child, you will prolong
Attempts to justify why it isn’t YOU that needs the treatment will arise
Love, if you don’t take it, symptoms get worse
The Painful Warts and Blisters of Life gets larger
You’ll suffocate and die a dreadful death, internal
When you awaken, the pain and agony will not have left you
Still there for you to deal with
But One Spoonful, just one Spoonful will do you well.
Leading you to take ownership of YOUR mistakes and irresponsibility that YOU Had power to manage
You’ll be able to breathe again; more freely, more purposefully
After the bitter taste has left, you can enjoy the juices of sweetness
YES! We were dealt a hand of imbalance.
I know we’ve been told you can’t be cured; that there’s no hope, but that’s not true!
We were given a certain amount of Power within; Divine Intervention
It’s time for Mind Restoration
Come with me! Get Treated, so you can live with less strife, healthy; Inward Herbal Life!
Hidden messages encapsulated in melanated bottles
Seeping out uncaulked cracks
Its content potent, like powerful potions
Like immortal Giants, circulating, manifesting unfolding
Majestic testimonies in harmonized hymns, coded
How Beautiful the sound, transcending Hidden messages glottal?
Gifted Characteristics, landscaping the Creator’s breathtaking Gardens
Empires and Kingdoms, blueprints and movements
Clearly Royal, is messages hidden in hidden messages crown
It’s creator attests to this; Is this why they frown?
Hidden messages untamed, its code decoded
Adversaries bellow and proclaim
Grab it, Contain it!!! It’s rebirth control it!
Before it’s too late! Stat! Plan B! Destroy it, Maim it
All its Glory, Capture! Lifeless, no morning after!
Ravenous, Gluttonous Beasts, Hunting Fiending upon the meat of Hidden Messages Precious adornment
Ripping Apart intimate colonies;
Silenced is Hidden messages Herbal Acoustics
Communicating sustenance and immunity;
edifying the science of our cubic Rubik’s
Moving Messages of Hidden Messages to one accord, now they’re just miming in toxic
Intoxicated; in bastardized logic
Fast Forward; New tricks up sleeves
Changes and reparations, all an illusion
As if we’re moving forward, fast;