yea i have this creative writing class, and a black woman as my teacher, she is extremely nasty and ignorant. she wants to be anything but black and i have only had the class twice and i can see it. she took deep offense to me saying that i want to write from an african point of view. she said things like, "so if i wasnt black you wouldn't be talking to me right now? she said even more things that were stupid. the other blacks in my class which are young ladies are always talking some ignorant shit. One was describing how her friend looks, but it sounded like she envied her because she was light passing off for white. another idiot said that blacks cant really feel the effects of slavery because we were not there. what a dum bitch.

Me i want to show my knowledge with my writing, and my sarcastic comments here and there,lol. Here is a poem that we had to write, i wanted some advice as what to add to it, if needed. I WANT A POEM TO SHUT THEM DOWN! LOL.


Poem: i look like my ancestor who was adorned with knowledge, wisdom, and beauty. with a nose, lips, and hips as wide as the motherland. people see me as the no nonsense full of knowledge African woman that I am. but many stay away, they dont want to hear all that mumbo jumbo as they call it, so forever they will suffer in their amnesia. i belong not to the illusion of America the land of the free, but to the land where blackness prevailed, and darkened skin glistened in the sun, giving me a sense of self, love, and longevity. because unlike many others i embrace my blackness through and through.

Hello Treatmissblack,
I write a bit of poetry myself and I hope you can get some further ideas in this composition I have gathered from your lead.



An African (woman) I am
Adorned with knowledge of the motherland
The beautiful charms of my expansive hips
Hair,Nose,lips,my ancesteral gifts
With the beauty of an inner soul
I will spead the joy of unity
To the ejected,rejected and disconnected.
To the confused branches
Blown and scattered in winds of discord
Elevating to alien drifts
While roots disengage from the soil
Of an African heritage
Laden with gold
Contrasting ,uniting,with an availing skin
Dark ebony,golden sun
Self love,hope and yearning
To be what I am
And not what I am told to be
This is freedom
True liberty
But may my love shine through
To those who have gone askew
Father guide them back to the fold
Africa awaits them.
Just be bold


Squaler

oh my this is beautiful, thanx a lot! im so anxious for class now

It was a pleasure treatmissblack.If you have an amended version I hope you will post.Sometimes I need a prompt to write so if you can give another topic as you let me hear.We could yet start our own poetry corner on BNV.A topic based poetry corner could liven up writers and engage more people.just a thought.






Squaler

where is this class? i can't believe the ignorance?!