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HOW DARE I

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I imagine the strength of our forefathers

mighty in defeat

Their power ever present

weighed down by shackled feet.

And I look down at my running shoes

How dare I make any excuse.

I imagine the artistic frustrations

of mothers in chains

Spangled inspirations

never heard of again

And I look down at a computer disc

How dare I not persist.

I imagine the heat of a noose,

Choking mere ambition

Men starved of natural pleasure

In unnatural conditions

And I look down at my full plate

How dare I procrastinate.

And when imagining is done,

The sweat of old is still fresh.

Embroidered on my effervescent heart

Is my forefather’s crest.

And for all of their woe and stolen crowns

I dare not, I said I dare not, let them down.

Poppy Seed

Featured Poem:

Body of Black Culture

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Moving with relentless rhythmic grace

the body of Black culture maintains its pace.

Outstretched arms leave vulnerable

A warm bronze bosom swelled by love

Supple, lithe limbs arranged by sculptors’ hands,

Promise passion whilst evoking fears.

Proud expression labelled arrogant by those who

Can connive to misinterpret.

Opinions shaped on manipulated misunderstandings,

Tug at the heart in the body of Black culture.

Who can quell the fears of men?

Who dream Black bodies avenging them?

Entrenched in song, and trust, and sweat,

Likewise Black culture can’t forget.

Moving with relentless rhythmic grace

The Body of Black culture maintains its pace.

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Biography

Poppy Seed, Angela Harvey, is a performance poetry act that delivers a concept of conscious poetry and live music that educates, entertains and inspires. It has been described as being “on the cusp of poetry and song. Poppy Seed’s latest release ‘Coming Through’ features some of her hottest grooves and unique genre”.

Poppy Seed is a life coach and committed to Human Rights by using her art to highlight Social justice campaigns; and to celebrate cultural diversity. In this light her eloquent activism has ‘won’ her title ‘Warm Revolutionary.’ Her music has coloured soundtracks, most recently Motherland another groundbreaking award winning film by Director Owen ‘Alik Shahadah about the incredulous journey of African people. and won awards including Best Poet from Black Women in the Arts UK, and ‘The Nina Simone Award for Black Women in Jazz’ 2009. Coming Through is the current defining Album. Preceded by the taster album A Taste that is available through online outlets as a limited edition and a gem.

Poppy Seed

angela harvey
angela harvey

Biography

Poppy Seed, Angela Harvey, is a performance poetry act that delivers a concept of conscious poetry and live music that educates, entertains and inspires. It has been described as being “on the cusp of poetry and song. Poppy Seed’s latest release ‘Coming Through’ features some of her hottest grooves and unique genre”.

Poppy Seed is a life coach and committed to Human Rights by using her art to highlight Social justice campaigns; and to celebrate cultural diversity. In this light her eloquent activism has ‘won’ her title ‘Warm Revolutionary.’ Her music has coloured soundtracks, most recently Motherland another groundbreaking award winning film by Director Owen ‘Alik Shahadah about the incredulous journey of African people. and won awards including Best Poet from Black Women in the Arts UK, and ‘The Nina Simone Award for Black Women in Jazz’ 2009. Coming Through is the current defining Album. Preceded by the taster album A Taste that is available through online outlets as a limited edition and a gem.

HOW DARE I

Enlarge poem

I imagine the strength of our forefathers

mighty in defeat

Their power ever present

weighed down by shackled feet.

And I look down at my running shoes

How dare I make any excuse.

I imagine the artistic frustrations

of mothers in chains

Spangled inspirations

never heard of again

And I look down at a computer disc

How dare I not persist.

I imagine the heat of a noose,

Choking mere ambition

Men starved of natural pleasure

In unnatural conditions

And I look down at my full plate

How dare I procrastinate.

And when imagining is done,

The sweat of old is still fresh.

Embroidered on my effervescent heart

Is my forefather’s crest.

And for all of their woe and stolen crowns

I dare not, I said I dare not, let them down.

Featured Poem:

Body of Black Culture

Enlarge poem

Moving with relentless rhythmic grace

the body of Black culture maintains its pace.

Outstretched arms leave vulnerable

A warm bronze bosom swelled by love

Supple, lithe limbs arranged by sculptors’ hands,

Promise passion whilst evoking fears.

Proud expression labelled arrogant by those who

Can connive to misinterpret.

Opinions shaped on manipulated misunderstandings,

Tug at the heart in the body of Black culture.

Who can quell the fears of men?

Who dream Black bodies avenging them?

Entrenched in song, and trust, and sweat,

Likewise Black culture can’t forget.

Moving with relentless rhythmic grace

The Body of Black culture maintains its pace.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

HOW DARE I

Enlarge poem

I imagine the strength of our forefathers

mighty in defeat

Their power ever present

weighed down by shackled feet.

And I look down at my running shoes

How dare I make any excuse.

I imagine the artistic frustrations

of mothers in chains

Spangled inspirations

never heard of again

And I look down at a computer disc

How dare I not persist.

I imagine the heat of a noose,

Choking mere ambition

Men starved of natural pleasure

In unnatural conditions

And I look down at my full plate

How dare I procrastinate.

And when imagining is done,

The sweat of old is still fresh.

Embroidered on my effervescent heart

Is my forefather’s crest.

And for all of their woe and stolen crowns

I dare not, I said I dare not, let them down.

Comments

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