Hope everyone had a decent weekend.

This is the post for POETS ONLY.

A post for VOTES will be put up seperately.

Best of luck.

DVS...

Yes....that DVS.

Yeah...the one you've heard about...

Uh huh...yeah...I've bought all of your albums too...

...........
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TAZ HATE WATER!!

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MY VERY OWN HIPPIDY-HOP! I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU AND PLAY WITH YOU FOR EVER AND EVER!!!

Elmyra....the choice of a new generation

Topic: Revolutionary....PERIOD PIECE!!

You are a member of a civil/human rights organization in the mid-60s. You suspect that the government is conspiring for your downfall. Describe your experience.


DVS...

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MY VERY OWN HIPPIDY-HOP! I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU AND PLAY WITH YOU FOR EVER AND EVER!!!

Elmyra....the choice of a new generation

yesterday
u put
yr albums
with my
my pictures in
yr deepest cabinets

i saw u
trace my cheeks
with yr tears
with yr wet finger

becuz i
dissappeared
again

and the door shook
again
under firm fists

the police came again

mom
i
ironed yr dress
today
i
washed that
yellow flowered dress
scented it lightly with
yr perfume
ironed it
stiff
fr u

dad i
stood
over yr sleeping body
for an hour
trying to find the words
to set u free
from thoughts that lay
across yr mind like
bars imprisoning u

mom
dad
i
cooked breakfast
before i walked
out yr door
into a waiting van
onto a waiting street
into exile

and don't tell me
u didn't raise yr boy
to be a soldier
becuz u armed me
with pride and
sharpened
my tongue

dad i
stood over u
remixing my intentions
laying out my solo
practicing a
soliloquey
that never came to me
so i left without a goodbye
hoping to come back without a hello
and weave myself back into our family seamlessly
as we forge a new community together

becuz i
dedicate my body my
life everything
that i've built up
to the day
when u can stand tall and
look a man in eye without
landing in the mud

i saw u in the mud
i saw u whimper

u don't speak
the word
revolution
but it screams of u
dad

u may
speak of me
in whispers
in corners
but i shout u
in daylight

we build music to the sound of
black feet running tried
to chorus that sound in
war chants sung in
protest melodies

it's not the tear gas talking it's
a mouth that cannot be quieted its
my mouth speaking it's
my mouth shouting for peace it's
my mouth with a rag in it

it's
my mouth
speaking
for u




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- Amiri Baraka

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You want us gone
But we shall be forever...
From rags to riches with pain and joy

we sit

and

Sip champagne when we thirsty

Sip champagne when we thirsty

Sip pain when we thirsty

Sip pain

Sip pain

Drown in
s
o
r
r
o
w
Or let freedom ring

Freedom ring

Freedom ring
Is this my freedom to think
Cause my thoughts are locked in by ignorance
It surrounds me
Engulfing my spirit
Drowning my soul
Let me beeeeeee
Be, be, be
Be what, what be
What to be
Cause I don’t know myself and you don’t know you
but who is to say that I am not you and
you are not me
Is my thought mine or does it have past lives and future experience
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
The future
The unknown held captive
A prisoner of spontaneity
An ancestor of what if, what is held, what shall become
Because we shall become tomorrows slaves
We shall become
Yesterdays borrowers…
But what do we own
So I sit once again
And write to my dear uncle of this amerikkka
Who wishes that my time be void
For My dear uncle Sam,
You should be advised
Today the revolution shall be televised
Tomorrow it shall be written into history
A week from now we shall march on your front door
A month from now we shall sit with you to eat
A year from now you will fix our meals
And a decade from now you shall open our doors
And freedom shall ring
Becoming nothing but Reality
We need not run from your harmful words
We shall not hide from your evil spirits
We shall fight
And
We
SHALL
STAND.



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I think a grand slice of fuck you pie is in order (c)Sarkasm

More to come soon!

Dotty the emcee: In Stores Never!
I eat emcees like barney and baby bop eat opples and banonos/ my style so hot I put holes into ozones/ you couldnt touch me if you had my dna and my chromosomes

Dotty's kids:
Scardot, Hum-dot, Dot-ion, Kwadot
Dotwame, Busdotta, Tastydot, Ciphdot, Dot-ic, Rahdot

TCC: Thick Chick Crew

*M-dot - "Dotty" with ten thousand and one cyber kids
*HottlykeFiyah- "Fiyah" got the fellas feenin
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Master of Public Administration...degree awarded!

Topic: UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

You are married and have only one child....a son. You adore your child...and look forward to being a grandparent.

However...your son just confirmed a suspicion that you've had for years....he's gay.

DVS...

Yes....that DVS.

Yeah...the one you've heard about...

Uh huh...yeah...I've bought all of your albums too...

...........
...........

TAZ HATE WATER!!

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MY VERY OWN HIPPIDY-HOP! I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU AND PLAY WITH YOU FOR EVER AND EVER!!!

Elmyra....the choice of a new generation

Son

Dad

ayo, whats crackin pop

just chillin mang, just chillin

i got somethin important to holla at ya about

oh word, aight aight, have a seat, lets politik for a few


"aight check it, ayo pop, you know its been a struggle"

"thats word there son, whats on ya mind, whats really buggin you"

"its very uncomfortable cause i dont know the reaction"

"im sayin tho kid, im ya father, whats really happenin"

"well i notice ya actin sort of strange at certain times"

"well i admitt im somewhat curious to whats actually runnin thru ya mind"

"you see its somethin ive come to find, you might find it hard to grasp"

"ayo, ive been thru alot, this old man has met his past"

"ayo, thats the past.........these future times are far beyond what ya old eyes can climb"

"ayo, rewind, dont close the blinds!!!, watch ya tone"

"sorry pop"

"wisdom grown overflown intellectual individual pops is on the throne"

"i know, i know................"

ayo, no you dont...........ya only 20 years old but ya mind has yet to grow"

"so what you sayin im slow!!!!!"

"never that!!!!, just very bold, ya more stubborn then ya moms, i swear you both want the control"

"but really tho, i came in hopes that you would understand"

"i cant acknowledge the words if you continue to stutter from where you stand"

"well let me open up my stance, you might wanna sit down for this"

"believe me tho son, ive been anticipating whats on this dish"

"im gay"

"thats it!!!!, i thought you were gonna say ya killed someone"

"ya not angry, upset, ashamed of what ive become"

"what youve become!!!, a human being, dedicated artist with room to breathe........please, please, (ashamed!!!!), i couldnt be any prouder, i can hear ya grandmother screamin in her grave, "im gay!!!! im gay" even louder"

"what!!!! nana was gay"

"why ya actin so surprized, i told ya i met my past and your my future with these old eyes"

"but pop, why!!!"

"why what!!!"

"you never explained this to me"

"ayo son, this is life and i love you unconditionally.................but you know i had suspicians"

"you always questioned my friends vision"

"yeah.....Donovan, that kid was strange, beating around the bush, when i pressured, hed switch lanes"

"ayo pop, i know you been hasslein about a grandchild"

"tru tru, you can still adopt and make ya dad smile"

"i think ima wait a while, get settled and then look ahead"

"i feel that, get situated before ya missions lead"

"ayo, i love ya pop"

"and that love is returned"

"how ya think mom will react with this news you just learned?"

"ayo, time burns and she questioned my mother, but later found faith when she was educated on her brother"

DAMN U NICK!!!!




yeah he's a pretty boy...a pretty ugly boy!-Dodomafioso

coma, la bebida, es alegre por viernes que moriré

¿Era U jamás mi amigo? llora no para ahora seré feliz?

I'll be back for this. 2 things

1) What's the deadline?
2) Why does no one ever read the line that says for the poets only?

"the malice I use is comparable to a warlock." - Murdoc

"I never said that battlin me, would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfuckin improbable
You talkin to a nigga that can split molecules
to subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule
Urinatin rocket fuel" - Canibus

What's a sig?

"Why does no one ever read the line that says for the poets only?"

if i may ask, whats this suppose to mean?????

------------------------------------------------------------

"clap ya hands evr' bahtee.
and evr'body jus -a- clap ya hands.

i said clap ya hands evr' bahtee.

and evr'body jus -a- clap ya hands.

now just ROCK" (c) Aeon_The_Great

===========================

"Pimping ain't art...but grabbing guns is?!"
(c) Menphyel

"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole,
just a particular era that happened at the same time as
I was actively checking actively for new music."

coo

What my man Leech said.
"the malice I use is comparable to a warlock." - Murdoc

"I never said that battlin me, would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfuckin improbable
You talkin to a nigga that can split molecules
to subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule
Urinatin rocket fuel" - Canibus

What's a sig?

Anticipation broken
in a mere moment's
swift revelation.

My mandible meets the floor
as if it had once been supported
by the pedestal I placed you upon,
a concrete structure of expectations
shattered by a single fault.

I've practiced this scene.
Since you chose gymnastics over football
because the uniforms looked better.
I've been memorizing my lines,
purposefully chosen
for ease of speech and self-deceiving duplicitous denial.
But when the drama came
because you couldn't play the part,
I looked to your mother for motivation.

"Everything's gonna be okay," I'm supposed to say,
letting the words roll from my lips
akin to "the check is in the mail."
Though my tongue lay as heavy as the burden you just released,
through the magic of truncation,
"It's okay," spills out
on whispered winds.

A single glance lets you know that I'm a horrible liar.
A visage of stone
that would not erode
under a torrent of tears at my mother's passing
finds itself infirm.
I close my eyes momentarily;
my soul needs no window.
It speaks through rigid silence.

Your voice trembles,
pain mirroring my own.
All I can do is reflect.

I weigh the why's and, finding them useless,
place them on the shelf
near the what-did-I-do's,
prefering instead the what-do-I-do-now's.

Perusing propaganda,
I spectate as baby pictures
swim in pools permeated by purple and pink triangles,
rainbows, and teletubbies,
praying that a vengeful and disapproving God
turns a blind all-seeing eye.
Hopes of home videos
written, produced and directed by grandkids,
are washed away
by waves of "Queer As Folk" reruns.

Then, as it has a way of doing,
reality seeps in.
My self-contrived impression of society's unmentionables
is assuaged by visions that don't originate
in a pretentious tunnel...
...visions of what you could've been...

You could've been dead...
You could've been a victim of modern immorality,
withering in a disease ridden shell...
You could've sat inside yourself,
chained by a fear I'll never know...

...what you could be...

A physicist...
An electric will-worker like myself...
I've never seen the letters PhD preceded by any classifications, least of all "homosexual."
And it wouldn't mean a damn if it were.

...what you are...

A man...
My son...

Standing,
I don't need the reassuring nudge that your mother provides,
but it helps,
keeping me from retreating
into that place in my mind
where nothing deviates.

In an embrace, acceptance is granted,
paving the way for tedious understanding.
I clasp the flesh of my loins,
forged in passion and tempered with love,
and your skin feels no different...

The lump in my throat is battered
by a truth that will NOT be denied.

"I love you."

"the malice I use is comparable to a warlock." - Murdoc

"I never said that battlin me, would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfuckin improbable
You talkin to a nigga that can split molecules
to subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule
Urinatin rocket fuel" - Canibus

What's a sig?

the title is "untitled." As in without labels, not "lacking a title."

"the malice I use is comparable to a warlock." - Murdoc

"I never said that battlin me, would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfuckin improbable
You talkin to a nigga that can split molecules
to subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule
Urinatin rocket fuel" - Canibus

What's a sig?

no labels fools.

Album Comming Never

Topic: APATHY

You are a teenager (boy or girl). You live a middle class life, and don't want for anything...except attention. Your parents don't even seem to recognize your existence...and you can count one hand the amount of times they've said "I LOVE YOU"

You've finally reached your limit.

DVS...

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MY VERY OWN HIPPIDY-HOP! I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU AND PLAY WITH YOU FOR EVER AND EVER!!!

Elmyra....the choice of a new generation

okay...so um
like
yea. hey mom
yes, you're mom.
thats right, look over here.
okay...so um
like
yea. how come
we never have pizza for dinner?
how come we always have to
rely on the stupid microwave?
so like...would it absolutely KILL YOU
to cook once in awhile?
yea i know...you're tired.
how do you think i feel? i've had to um...
walk 2 miles from school. and its hot. and i'm wearing these
clothes that
dont compliment
my butt. and um everyone
stares.
yea go on, walk out of the room.
hey!
i didn't really mean that! why can't you just sit still and LISTEN?
fine. go away. i didnt need you anyway,
i'm DADDY'S little girl!
okay...so um
like. yea. hey daddy?
no, i'm over here.
yea. so um, like mom said no to pizza. can you
give me 5 bucks? no its not for makeup.
...oh god. don't give me that line.
"you are naturally pretty"
natural? whos natural these days?
its not natural to be like THIS.
with this nose.
and these ears.
and this smile.
i blame YOU, ya kno.
for this...skin.
and mom for this...butt
so about that 5 bucks...
hey! put that newspaper down. im TALKIN' HERE!
i swear, ive got the lamest parents
EVER.
um...so like dad...why are you never home?
is it cause of mom? i know shes annoyin' but
sometimes she...
she gets that way, ya kno?
i saw you nod. you're nodding! see i told ya im right.
so dad, when are you going to let me borrow the car?
i already got my permit. and
um...there's somethin
that i've gotta do.
i have to go
get rid of this butt. ya kno, everyones um, doin' it.
and um
i can't wear these pants anymore.
so like, i've got to get some new
pants. to go with the new, butt.
cause the butt is from mom.
and ya know...while i'm at it....
OKAY! so don't listen to me!
FINE! i don't have to listen to you guys either! go ahead and leave me ALONE!
i just want to be ALONE!
i cant stand either one of you. you people MAKE ME SICK.
ugh, i think i'm going to HURL...why do you have to make me eat this?
you know it's only going to add to my BUTT.
and then you guys will point out...the ZITS that i'm getting.
if you guys would LISTEN once in awhile!
you would KNOW what i do after school.
you would, like KNOW who my friends are...
that i have NO friends...that i'm starving but afraid
to eat...
that i really didnt get my permit
that all i want is for you to TEACH ME how to drive
that i need more than 5 bucks
'cause 5 bucks CANT BUY SHIT!
if you guys would like...stop
and smile
like NORMAL people.
and not be on the phone so freakin' much.
you'd like, know! you'd know all these things!
and i wouldn't um...
have to hide.
myself when you
fight.
and i wouldn't have to um...
run to the phone. or take such long showers to cry.
and why don't you come into my room
and hold me...dad? when i'm crying? you should know! i KNOW
you HEAR ME. why can't you do it
like on tv. those dads hold their
little girls.
why don't you people CARE?
am i that
hideous?
i didnt ASK to look this way.
i didnt ASK to be this dumb.
or be this deformed.
why can't you just CARE?
and smile more.
and give me hugs.
like...i give my hugs
why cant i
lay down and feel
like
i'm secure?
so um, like...i'm desperate here okay?
no...wait i didn't SAY that.
i said um, so like i want you all to know
that
from this day...on, or somethin'
i want you all to know
that i'm SICK and TIRED of being
so ANNOYED by YOU PEOPLE!
and that i want you to
stop fighting and ignoring each other
and stop being so
freakin' blind all the time.
and look around
um, and see
that i'm um...gonna run
yea, ima run one day.
and you'll see. just you wait.
then you will really pay attention.
and know
that i'm gone.







(=0=+)-9&*(&*+!+_@(__+!_~(+{_#)(@!+!... ((the separation between the sig and the message

Things come and go. But I will never forget. Never forget. What you left behind.

"It's so hard for me to say this. I'm strugglin to find the right words/ What I feel is past tense/ What I feel/ You just haven't heard so/ I think it's better that I tell you now/ I think it's better that I tell you now/ He's so sweet and good, good, I can't let him go." -Jill Scott

"when im weak, i draw strength from you..."

8 years of filtered breaths in the air of tension
8 weeks of contemplating piercing phrases to insite dazes
and glares of misbelief
relief
that you're still human and
still...

in
Touch
with Me...

Avarice Pounds Apathy Through Hearts Yearning for

INTIMACY

and yet
like flapping doors
you pass by Serving Others Senselessly
LOSING TOUCH with ME

I snap pencil spines n
twist rubber necks for teachers
fathers and mothers
of others
with no demands from my own

HOME

is a place a long to have AT home

im alone
pouncin flesh to get attention
drawing crowds gettin front seats at detention
hittin up parole boards for honorable mention
dreams are ending
where
our relationships won't begin
i hate the FKn sista brotha who brags about YOU
THE MENTOR
THE TEACHER
THE OFFICER
THE LEADER
and MY father
MY mother's konekshun to me

ends

it hurts
and
i
am

B
R
E
A

K

I
N

G

"FUCK YOU! I DON'T GIVE A FK IF I WAS AN ACCIDENT!
I DON'T ...SHT! YOU ACT AS IF IM AN ENTITY UNKNOWN"

like God

so


tears fall like rain as i break walls creating holes
for your prides to creep through
breakin glass on your ceilings for my hatred to consume you
expanding lungs shouting HATE RED sounding sirens to awake u
startle u

cuz

bottom line

I LOVE YOU

"and i can't take this shit"

anymore

..

*teardrops*

"any..fkng..more.."

hands touch torsos touch hearts through chests
and heartbeats mesh
death
to flesh
and life to hearts creates
breath

again...

...love me please!

*******"again..."*******

~MUSE

© Copyright (see date) by Artist Known
As "MUSE" (Blessed of YHWH) -
MarcArthur St. Juste

DPP (Domepome Poets) for life...
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"For evil to bend its knees, admitting
its guilt, to implore the forgiveness
of God, is the hardest thing in the
world." - Malcolm X

"Politics and Hypocrits is makin us
Lunatics" - Marvin Gaye

My Page
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My Pic
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Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

Topic: MISCONCEPTIONS

You are a successful African American (man or woman). You've had eyes for a co-worker...who is Caucasian.

You decide to have a date in a primarily African American neighborhood. Explain your experience.

DVS...

Yes....that DVS.

Yeah...the one you've heard about...

Uh huh...yeah...I've bought all of your albums too...

...........
...........

TAZ HATE WATER!!

*************************
MY VERY OWN HIPPIDY-HOP! I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU AND PLAY WITH YOU FOR EVER AND EVER!!!

Elmyra....the choice of a new generation

dvs, i'll GIT u for this...

LOL

what an amazing challenge. (breathes in)

(breathes out)
phewwww...

let's see if u can feel me:

let's just say i've never DONE this before
but in cubicle 12, in aisle 2, on the twelfth floor
is a cute little white boy named Mike.
yes, sistas, u heard me, i did mention WHITE
but it ain't even like that.
he's just a good guy
he makes me laugh
and he pays so much attention
did i mention
that he listens to miles and wu-tang?
well dang--it's my thang
and i do what i gotta do
so i think for a minute or two
while engaged in a watercooler conversation
with the object of interest in question
i start flexin' and decide to ask him out.

times and dates and numbers are exchanged
and we start late phone chats, pre-date
and we startle each other with our vast range
of similarities.
and he doesn't seem scared of me
so i figure it's a good start as any
but this is not just any date
it's my first foray into the white world
but my brother used to date a white grl
and she was alright
so i say why not but i decide
to see if he can really hang.

so i suggest a restaurant in my old hood
that we can eat at for cheap
cuz i'm not tryin to be charmed by money
and i wanna see if he rilly rilly
wants to date me.
and he says great in fact that's even better
cuz i just had to pay rent, so i have abt seven dollars
and i was embarrassed to postpone the date--
and i'm like i know yr not broke
and he sez we work in the same office on the same floor
i make what u make
we're economic equals
and i hold my tongue but i do see his point
and he decides to hop the metro
over to my place
at which time he wants to play this new joint
by some kid named lefrak
who he sez is gonna break my back mentally
his words not mine
but the beats are phat and lefrak has a vicious flow
and it was almost cute
to see mike's harmless version of thuggin'

so we

walk outta the apartment complex together
and it's cold enough tonight for la
and i'll be damned if i do not have the coat
for it
and i know my homegirls in new york wld be like
whatever grl
but he actually offers me his coat
and it's mad corny
but thoughtful
but i take it for what it is and
i take it
four blocks later we're at the chinese place
and i give him back his coat
cuz one good turn deserves another.

and then--o brother--

now believe me i know my body language
and i could sense his tenseness
when we walked into that chinese fast food joint
and he was surrounded
by real black folk
lookin nothin like the teevee black folk
real black folk
my beautiful community
but once he saw that i wasn't worried
he exhaled a little.

but i cld still see that while we were stationary
in a spot maginificiently melted in melanin
he was still a little alien
as much as he tried to be totally down
and i do imagine on his side of town
where the up-and-coming white folks live
i might be a bit thrown off too
except i have to do that in his hood everyday
and he does it when he wants to eat chinese with his black co-worker
and yes this is what it sounded like in my head
rilly
but the dinner was cool and we talked abt jill scott on the long walk back
cuz he started singin the chorus after the second block
without his jacket
and i gave him a hug and told him to call me
and that was that.

and the questions remain in my head as my interracial relationships remain platonic
quandaries abt race and culture and economics
abt boundaries, hate, and misinformation
abt appreciation vs. mimicking vs. rippin' off
what we earn vs. what we deserve
and i know that mike the cute white guy can't speak for everyone
and maybe i don't wanna be the benetton ad
and i don't know why i'm so mad
or just frustrated
but it's not that bad, right?
it was just a date...



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just breathe
thass what i keep tellin myself
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thass my MSN addy too
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perspective.. you definitely got down.. on this one..R.S.. never seen this done from you before.. Off to Anthol's piece now.. *gosh.. this isn't real.. is it* R.S. vs. Anthol~

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Miss Mary sits a-rockin
On yellah coated
Wooden porch swings
Sewing time into tapestries
Sipping yellah lemonade
With a pink straw
She hums her life
Into psalms

She looks up briefly
To see her pretty angel
Perfect angel
Stroll up yonder walkway
Waving triumphant hellos
As she makes her way
Through the backyard

Miss June and Marguerite
Saunter up the front steps
Heaving old black woman sighs
Singing lawd have mercies
And Jeeee-zusss it’s too hot
Sililoquies in miss mary’s ear
Collapsible church fans
Appear from straw weave purses
And three matriarchs
Sit perched on yellah porches
humming psalms
into summer/spring
fluid air

Hmmm- hmm- hmm-
Ah- hmm-hmm-hmm

time walks quietly passed
these trees of knowledge
conversing on pastors sermons
uninterrupted by Ronnie and the fellahs
who stand near the old telephone pole
conjuring spirits
of winos past
through thick yellah eyes

they tread softly ‘round miss mary
and her group of thickly feathered swans
so as not to cause a ruffle
in their tail feathers

Cream walks in fine lined suit
To miss mary’s porch
Starch becomes baked in two
Vertebrae
Standing them upright
All wanting to know
Why cream has come
To miss mary’s home
Perfect angel greets cream with hug and kiss
Introducing Chauncey to yellah swings
While hums cease
And lines crease foreheads of
Chocolate foundations

Angel walks away with halo
Half-cocked
As two out of three mothers see
Imperfection
For the first time

“That’s the problem with these gurls”
Sighs miss june
Through pomade thick skies
“They eyes see the prize
But they backs is weak”

“Too hard to help a black man lost
Find his way through evergreen forests
And Thunderbird dreams”
She says rocking

“Git some college,
Gits you a job that pays more than welfare
And find you a white boy”
Says Marguerite
Chiming in
Like choir rehearsal
At Pastor’s
On Thursday evenings

But miss mary stays quiet
Never losing stride in her patchwork

Well Miss Mary…”
Bellows Ronnie
Through Nigger slurs
Beating roots in his back
“ain’t you gon’ say something?”

“I did…
says mary suddenly
“I told her to have a good time”
she says with a devilish stare
removing fire from his
“That boy taking her to see Joseph
her fiancee…
He jus’ the best man,
An’ if ya’ll knew anything,
Ya’ll would git off my block and
Do what she doin’
Maybe then ya’ll wouldn’t have to be messin’ with me
No more…

And you two…
Who sit there like
Lawd hisself made ya’ll saints
Where ya’lls kids at?
I know where they is…
An’ I dare ya’ll to mess up my lemonade
Bringin’ all that sour
Up on my porch”
She sets herself right
“shoot… all dis hate goin’ on
an’ everybody wondahs why
we cain’t be free”

Hmmm- hmm- hmm-
Ah- hmm-hmm-hmm

Hmmm- hmm- hmm-
Ah- hmm-hmm-hmm


And the block lay quiet once again…

© Fahim Malik Nassar 03 April 2002.




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this reminded me of The Color Purple (you know that's my favorite movie)..

they tread softly ‘round miss mary
and her group of thickly feathered swans
so as not to cause a ruffle
in their tail feathers

Cream walks in fine lined suit
To miss mary’s porch
Starch becomes baked in two
Vertebrae
Standing them upright
All wanting to know
Why cream has come

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Uh huh...yeah...I've bought all of your albums too...

...........
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**********Mad Love to The Sigs**********

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www.divinecipher.com
www.4luvofpoetry.com
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Enter the Written World of Fahim Malik Nassar

The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

Tha Anthology (Words 2001-2003) Poetry inspired by OKP and Wash, DC
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The Spook who sat by the Radio Poetry (av

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