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Walk with me,
Don't...SHOOT,
cuz I don't wanna die young,
I wanna grow old and have
a daughter or a son, or maybe both,
to live a full life is my hope,
but the bullets in your gun
are a noose around my throat.
Don't....SHOOT,
I promise you I wanna LIVE,
I wanna show the world everything I have to give
and it's a lot, and yea I might smoke a little pot,
but so did Bill Clinton and HE didn't get shot.
Don't....SHOOT,
I got plans for my future,
that don't include a cop saying
stop and let me shoot ya
Don't....SHOOT,
my hands are clearly in the air
I start school next week and I just wanna
make it there.
But you..... SHOT,
and let me die in the streets,
now my people want answers
NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!
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Beautiful
Lovely
Ambitious
Curvaceous
Kindred
Quaint
Unique
Ebony
Entrancing
Never let anyone bring you down for you are fit for a crown, even when the weight of the world is on your shoulders, breaking you down like a two ton boulder, always remember that every queen was once a soldier, created in God's own image, you have yet to discover the true value of what you mean and the beauty you have not yet seen, despite what anyone tells you, always remember, you are a Black Queen.
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Listen in,
The ultimate weapon that lays
heavy on your soul like an anvil,
they can motivate you to pursue your dreams, or
crush your whole existence and
leave you at a stand still,
there is power in them,
you can build strong towers with them,
Going as far as the imagination,
they can serve as the foundation of a nation,
or bring genocide to an entire generation,
In the beginning,
God spoke the world into existence with them,
In the 1950's, MLK, Malcolm X,
and Huey P. Newton started a resistance with them,
They can conquer all fears,
or provoke all tears,
promote life or death
as they travel from lip, to ear,
At times they are boldly profound,
but sometimes, their most powerful
statement is made, without so much as a sound.
They are the solitary confiners,
the subliminal reminders
that we are creatures of habit,
good or bad they are like drugs,
and it is easy to become an addict
In church we kneel and pray with them,
with friends we tend to play with them,
but be careful what you say with them,
because the words, we, give to others,
has a tendency to stay with them....
One.
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Passionately
Overtly
Expressing
The
Real
You
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Walk with me,
I struggle, so that you can prosper, I FIGHT so that you may live in peace, I
CRAWL IN THE DIRT, SO THAT WHEN YOU GROW UP!, you can be a BEAST.
I fight,
I jumped over EVERY hurdle! Then went back and knocked em down, I tore
down EVERY WALL IN THE CITY, so you'd be free to walk around.
I fight,
I press on thru all the pain, rain, and strain, because I know that YOUR success
built on the foundation of my struggle, will be my ultimate gain.
So I fight
I fight because for me to give up now thinking um just giving up on me, not
realizing um giving up on you would be the ultimate shame and that's
something I cannot do,
I fight cuz I been fighting since 1985, and at the rate things are going, umma
be fighting til the moment I die, they sed I'd never write OR read, NOW I read
my writings like the M.L KING's speech! They sed I was borderline retarded,
NOW look what they done started, they sed my ADD would hold me back, now
my classmates be like "oh he smart" I'm at the head of the pack! BECAUSE, MY
STRENGTH REACHES THROUGH SPACE AND TIME! TO RELAY MY STRUGGLE
THROUGH RHYTHM AND RHYME, TO EVERY OCCASION THAT CALLS I RISE,
THAT'S WHY I SHINE! I AM, THE MOST UNDERRATED, MOST DEDICATED,
EIGHT AND A HALF YEARS COLLEGE EDUCATED, TO MY SECOND GRADE
TEACHERS LOOK AT ME NOW I MADE IT, THE PROVEN, WHEN LIFE KNOCKS
ME DOWN I SET MY BONES AND KEEP MOVING.
So I fight,
I FIGHT THRU THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS, I FIGHT WHEN I CAN'T SEE THE
LIGHT, I FIGHT WHEN THEY'VE TAKEN MY SIGHT, I FIGHT THROUGH THE
STEREOTYPES, I FIGHT WHEN THERE'S NO HOPE IN SIGHT, I FIGHT CUZ I
KNOW THAT I'M RIGHT.
I FIGHT, I FIGHT SO HELP ME GOD, I, FIGHT.
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Listen in,
We tend wallow in the hatred we swallow,
it cuts us deep to the core and leaves us empty and hollow,
so we look for someone to borrow a pinch of joy just to cover our sorrow,
but be careful who you follow, cuz everyone can't promise you a better
tomorrow.
You see if everything is nothing, then everything is true,
and even tho we swear it don't fit we still wearing the shoe,
some of y'all don't get it, so let me make it easy for you.
Everybody's the truth according to their own lies,
and everybody's the realest out there in their own eyes,
everybody wanna be someone no one can defy,
and everybody's searchin' for truth, no one can deny.
So can you please tell me why,
we always lying to ourselves,
denying to ourselves,
crying to ourselves, then replying to ourselves,
we advertise our lies then we buy into ourselves,
we wearing a disguise but we just hiding from ourselves.
But that’s the motion,
and you can take a sip of that potion if you want to,
it’s the ghost of the past and if you let it it will haunt you,
twist the truth into a lie like a tie,
then strangle you with your failures 'til you suffocate and die,
straight up and down like a stalker hangs around,
it'll eradicate your sanity, a mental overhaul, an emotional calamity,
it will leave you high and dry like Colmes did Hannity.
But I won't get political,
while you lay in critical, condition,
trapped in the matrix on the road to perdition,
but if I was politicizing this is my position,
and if I were philosophizing this is my submission….
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Listen in,
I, hear in rhythm, speak in rhyme,
watch my words reverberate through space and time,
a 5th dimensional element,
the existentially elegant. One.
The harvest of the father's seed,
reaped by the mother's hand. Son.
Facing the trials of endless miles of unseen roads,
with sole-less shoes and open wounds covered by tattered clothes.
Just me and God, and where this journey leads,
only one of us knows.
A story in the making of glory for the taking,
of triumph, of victory, betrayal, forsaking.
The story of a king, serving under the King.
The story of the proven one, prolific one, of me.
If you could look through my eyes and see what I see,
you’d see the pieces to life’s puzzles hidden beneath.
A surface made of, shady vanities
masked in sensual profanities,
that appeal to the masses,
and exploit all humanity’s,
weakness, is what it boils down to,
we all have it. But rather than rooting it out,
we choose to conceal it under million dollar camouflage
and use perfumes to mask the scent of our doubt.
Trying to realize our identity within
but failing to realize our identity in Him,
He being the one who allows us to transcend,
and hear in rhythm, speak in rhyme,
watch our words reverberate through space and time,
be a 5th dimensional element,
an existentially elegant. One.
Crossing boundaries this world has deemed prohibited.
Because God’s Universal Reign is Unlimited.
One.
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Sabali
Listen in,
The Solomonic thoughts of revolutionary minds strike like lightning in the rain, and prophetic missives pour from my spirit like Yah‘s word hit a vein. and I pray that when I pray for you I’m not praying in vain, repetition, from flagrant superstitions provided by world religions in which man gets the glory and Yah is just an opinion.
Where darkness is light, and everything that is wrong is presented as if it’s right and entertainment is propaganda concealed in plain sight. I live in a world where the KKK is NOT a terrorist organization, but Black Lives Matter comes with negative connotations and the Black Panther Party is a topic for negative conversation, where the hottest new trend is cultural appropriation. where my dark skin satisfies the burden of proof, but CNN and Fox will sympathize with Dylan roof where exposing racism is now considered racist and it’s common place for those of another race to dress up and play black face, where my people are the targets of a genocide, in which they can arrest you kill you and tell the whole world you committed suicide. where white people are ever at the ready to believe in black guilt and black people are ever at the ready to leave THIS country WE built!?
Where the same government that questions why no black leaders address “black on black crime” is the same government that defames, incarcerates or assassinates... every black leader who addresses “black on black crime” so why should we think it’s going to be any different this time?
This passion that runs through me is more epic than the Iliad of Homer’s oddessy. The ink bleeds on the paper as I release pain, I will shed my blood to share my gift and I will not bleed in vain! I am poetry, poetry is I, rhythm is my high, logic I defy! obstacles I demolish, restraints I abolish. I stand as if I'm as tall as my shadow is long! As if I were lyrics, and beat to your most favorite song. I give you my everything you give me your all! life is a trip but I will, Never. Ever. Let you fall. I feel like the last prophet to answer God’s call, asking why should we wait, why should we stay our blades, why should we quell our rage, no we can NEVER turn the page, of history, because this is my story, her story, our story, but those lies you believe that’s his story and he fabricated his own misery to justify what he did to me, what he did to we and no matter what we do you will never ever let us be... free.
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This piece was originally a challenge made by a friend to freestyle a poem on the spot, because I told her I was retired. This is also my first piece in nearly 10 years. So there’s irony in the name lol.
Walk with me,
IT, HAS, BEEN, YEARS, since I’ve been on stage, YEARS since I was inspired to opened that book, tell my story and turn the page, my homegirl E told me just today, with all these injustices boy the people need that poetic rage. I told her I wouldn’t even know what to say, she said, yeah you do, cuz it’s the same different day, cuz everyday we face the same injustice in a different way. So look these people dead in the face and tell em you get back on the starting line cuz I’m back in the race!
But I don’t feel it tho , so should I fake it til I make it? Tell the truth to covered ears and hope and pray that they can take it? I guess God gave me a gift, is it fair that I forsake it? And have you noticed the only letter I been rhyming with is “A” yet? Aaayee!
But I could rhyme B with C, and C with D, and D is me, but that’s another story let’s get back to E. See, she told me, I gotta walk before I run, then I heard my grandfather’s voice saying, fight the war til each battle is won, so who knows,
maybe I’m not done.
I don’t spit no-more, I don’t even talk my no more. Cuz I’ll say some plain English and they’ll take it as a metaphor. I’m semi retired to the game, I got tired of talking to em, I felt like I was saying in vain. Felt like I was taking through em.
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