<![CDATA[BLAK IWA TV - Poetry]]>Wed, 13 Sep 2023 20:14:41 -0400Weebly<![CDATA[Oh To Be a Tree by Warrior Sistren]]>Wed, 23 Mar 2016 16:27:32 GMThttp://www.blak-iwa.com/poetry/oh-to-be-a-tree-by-warrior-sistrenOh let me stand as resilient as the trees,
Let me stand unique in my bloom,
For many days to come.

In the days of cold and scarcity,
Let me conserve my nrg and rest.

And when summer and spring return,
May I flourish with life again, teeming in my limbs.

And when my time is come to give back to Mother,
May I bow gracefully, as my cycle comes to an end,
And I give another a chance to blossom,
Life to continue.
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]]><![CDATA[Ready for Love by Warrior Sistren ]]>Mon, 18 Jan 2016 01:30:56 GMThttp://www.blak-iwa.com/poetry/ready-for-love-by-warrior-sistrenI am ready for love,
To take hold of me and possess me, 
Move me emotionally, spiritually and unfailingly.
Ready to be healed.

When the heavens cleanse the earth in liquid anointing,
I reflect on love's true blessing.
I think of waters cascading, and love's overflowing,
Through me reaching out to you,
Can you feel me?
Does love move you too?

Its all I have been wanting, needing, wishing and hoping.
I admit sometimes doubting.

Could I really find my reflection?

As the rain continues to gently pour,
I open my windows and doors,
To receive the sweep of cooler calmer wind stirrings,
And my heart flutters,
When I discover I find peace in you my soul's lover.

written (29.3.15)






]]><![CDATA[Not Just Flesh and Blood by Warrior Sistren]]>Thu, 31 Dec 2015 20:56:47 GMThttp://www.blak-iwa.com/poetry/not-just-flesh-and-bloodI write to ignite you, 
To incite you,
To uplift you,
To find the true you,
To be the true you, 
No more blues.

You are not JUST flesh and blood.
You are ALL the things I am not.
Uniquely created for a spectacular purpose.

If you find me cliche,
That's totally fine.
One day you will find that maybe I was right,
To incite and to inflame your passion.

The decision will come, to regain every piece of yourself,
While you let these words fall into and settle into your consciousness.
Then I would have seen in my efforts,
That I the writer would have done my best writing yet.

]]><![CDATA[Traffick Noise]]>Thu, 02 Apr 2015 22:57:49 GMThttp://www.blak-iwa.com/poetry/traffick-noisePicture
Traffick Noise

by Isha 

Turn ur radios down
do not blow ur horns
instead listen for the voices in the traffick,
the ones hardly ever heard
buried beneath the noise
of a combusting world,
are the voices of the universe's women and girls

Fire! 
souls cry out in scorching rage
spirit and flesh of earths very own...
ravaged. 
Dismantled. 
Brutalized.
and do we dare ask why?

FLAMES on your billion dollar spineless trafficking
Brimstone upon the evilous beings
partaking
can u hear the traffick noise...?
that's revolution coming...





]]><![CDATA[A Rastafari I prefer]]>Tue, 14 Jan 2014 23:49:35 GMThttp://www.blak-iwa.com/poetry/a-rastafari-i-preferA Rastafari I prefer I no response who like it 
Or who like it not,
 I nah look out of I self
So the preacher can gwaan chat
On Mama Africa I could a never turn I back
Haile Selassie a the first the trinity done show I that
No confusion I see it clear
The food them eating, destroying them brain
No offer I no meat, with you vegetable I will share
I no eat nothing with eye teeth or tongue my dear
To some people Rastafari might seems strange, because we bun comb scissors and we no shave
We A teach the youths them what them need fi hear
Dutty babylong try no come near
Why should I believe what they teach
When they do not even practice what they preach
A nuff youth a sleep on cool concrete, yet still collection plate full every week
I speak of what I see what they teach is of no reality
They are all based on lies and ignorancy.

                                                                                                          Done by: Binta.

]]><![CDATA[Rebel Chant]]>Tue, 07 Jan 2014 00:34:04 GMThttp://www.blak-iwa.com/poetry/rebel-chant
Rebel Chant
by Asafo Weedamiah


Babylon must honor I demands for they are more than reasonable
I demand EQUAL RIGHTS AND JUSTICE or you can brand I a rebel
Why dem waan end Afrikan's joy, too long I black mother miserable
Working sun up to sun down, yet things barely manageable
Da boss on vacation every other month, dem much more dan comfortable
Dem waan I n I stop chant nyahbhinghi, but da fyah is irreprisible
& Wi a trod one a way, so dem caan buy wi out, I n I incorruptible
Immanuel da 7th adonai seh low da dead meat, so I n I only eat igetable
I burn beth and da pope cuz dem disreputable
I burn da pastor in da church, his doctrine nuh credible, nor palatable
I n I burn dem souless scientist, cuz dem advancements are questionable
I n I tell dem a just Life and Love, da rest nuh really valuable
I hail da black Mosiah Garvey as da Rt. Honored Rebel
As we dust out bablyon inna da streets or pon bass and treble
Dem a try conquer I, but Black lion of afrika is unconquerable
Cuz I n I a hail Emeperor Haile Selassie I da first as the most venerable

]]><![CDATA[The Power Over]]>Fri, 20 Dec 2013 15:59:13 GMThttp://www.blak-iwa.com/poetry/the-power-overThe Power Over
by JaySmilez


The poor starves while the rich puts food to waste,
educated fools being put forward to educate.
We suffer not only by our physical needs but by the things we feed our brains with,
believing lies and seeing the truth for myths.
The intelligence of mankind serves its purpose,
the ones in power however use it to brainwash our people and do all that is in their spirit to hurt us.
We complain yet we refuse to use our minds and intelligence to see through what these people repeatedly do,
enslaving our minds believing that everything they say about us is true.
We spend time arguing about the same things all the time,
not paying attention to how they are building their weapons to wipe us out one at a time, indoctrinating our minds.
We keep forgetting that it is us that gives them the power to manipulate,
giving them the upper hand creating much hate..
among ourselves,turning us against each other,
we fight killing off our own sisters and brothers.
With no knowledge of our history we flatter like fishes out of sea,
believing everything that we see.
We become immune to the enslavement and mind control,
not remembering our own individual role..
to society we lose our purpose which result in us following the footsteps of others,
who leads us to think that living life should be a competition,
we get less involved in making our own decisions.
We become obsessed with working hard to make the dreams of those others come through,
believing them when they say that its in the best interest of you.
Thinking that we will fail everytime it is that we try,
intimidated by what they might threaten to do we miss out on opportunities then say we're shy.
It only takes one to make a change...]]><![CDATA[Mystical Love]]>Wed, 04 Dec 2013 18:20:46 GMThttp://www.blak-iwa.com/poetry/mystical-love"Mystical Love"
by Sista Dangeras

Unrequited Love burns a hole... in your heart & soul
Leaving scars so deep,, they will never heal
The intensity of feelings.... Is too much to bear
Leaving one breathless & full of despair

To leave one behind is such profound sadness,,,,
The tears flow like rain,, never to cease again
Always there,,, hidden at times
Rising to the surface
To share with the Oceans of lost & broken souls

Never to return to that secret place.... of Mystical LOVE]]><![CDATA[ONCE WASN'T ENOUGH]]>Thu, 28 Nov 2013 01:05:35 GMThttp://www.blak-iwa.com/poetry/once-wasnt-enough
Once Wasn't Enough
by JaySmilez

Day by day I go by thinking that
I won't make the same mistake again,
constantly telling myself that it will work out, 
sadness must be my friend.
I allow myself to believe so much that it became a religion,
experiences so heartbreaking I never once visioned.


When I look back it is as if for those moments I was thrown out into space,
reminiscing on those feelings I never imagine myself in such place.
Giving so much but gets nothing back in return,
but still I continue to give having no concern,
about setting boundaries or limits,
but what does having a heart permits?


Is it inhumane to give your all when you give? 
Its like giving me life and telling me not to live.
I forget all conditions, compromising for me was always a must,
without timing myself I continue to pour my trust.
Dismissing all selfishness and thinking about the we and us.
Here it comes again without no warning,no break,
how much really can this heart of mine take?


Not remembering about what happened before I greet the next with a fresh mind,
should I have given myself some more time?
Trying that never made much of a difference, it slapped me in the face once again,
love dont love me and neither is it my friend.
The urges and the pain drove me deeper totally disconnecting me from myself,
thinking that time will heal I ran right into someone else.
Yearning for that feeling to belong,
sadness became so automatic losing the whole essence of being strong.


I lost my identity,didn't know who I was anymore,
all this time I never once considered this before.
Stuck in my imagination, lost my way,
my seemingly happiest moments consistently left me in dismay.  
I still haven't given up and I will not let this stop me from loving,
from trusting or taking risk,from learning and giving, pain will not stop me from living.


The essence of life is experiencing both good and bad,
creating good memories while erasing the sad ones I had.
Once wasn't enough but I still continue to try,
and if you were to ask me now I'd tell you that he is the guy.


]]><![CDATA[ Warriess Rising ]]>Fri, 01 Nov 2013 19:33:28 GMThttp://www.blak-iwa.com/poetry/warriess-rising Warriess Rising 
by  Warrior Sistren

From the hills, and the valleys comes the warriess,
Rising like the sun, and shining.
Her steps steady, nappy hair glistening in the light,
And in the swing of her hips,
A surety of all that’s right.  


I am this wombman,
In this time, for this moment,
In my presence, love so potent.
My gold within shines beautifully,
For all to see,
Truly manifesting all I can be.


Everything I’ve gained is a just reward,
I could not choose to be a coward.
My Life, I savour,
Over and Over,
Giving Thanks for Life’s Strength,
Love and its power.


Every moment I have is divine,
To create all I can imagine and design.
I value my experiences for all their worth,
My golden life, with its golden moments, in this earth.
I am the warriess,
I am part of all things,
As all things exist in me,
Take the same look inside yourself,
And you will see.


Let the truth that surfaces sink all the way in,
As you ponder your very great beginning,
Listen to your heart,
No time to false start.
Stand firmly in self love, and affirmation.
Let your dreams come to fruition.
Utilize your intuition. 


Your inner voice speaks, are you listening?
You are oneness, with everything,
Life and the powers of creation are here
There is absolutely NOTHING to fear.
Acknowledge your uniqueness.
Embrace yourself and you find no weakness.


I am strong,
This is my warriess song.
Let the Warrior and Warriess Nation Arise
Babylon will surely capsize.
As this Warrior Nation must rise, will rise….


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