Hip Hop Poem


Solid Southern Blues lick venomous fluidity
At molten canvases
Spoiling the view

While Harlemite Jazz men taunt visceral images
Of smoke-laden hues
Draped in needle drips
Nodding away
Into forever

All the while
Hip Hop reminds us that children
Must grow
And if unattended
Trees grow crook-necked

But also that before they die
They find themselves righted

Slighted at times
But righted

Smooth to Barbadian breezes
Kissing feet

Pleading forgiveness

And before eyes close…
Like all predecessors

It is good

© Fahim Malik Nassar

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