You
are more
than they.
You are more than
the we.
You are more,
just you.
Only Me
can clearly see
Truth.
always
alone,
community,
love,
& family
mask their fear for survival.
this thirst to
build bonds.
fantastical bonds
inescapable bonds,
unnecessary bonds,
smallens
you.
You,
Are
Big.
You
Are
Free.
You
Are
a God.
Be.
They took me from you,
But
I remember.
Not a child,
But as a man they stole me,
From you.
and called me Homeless
and
without roots
or pride.
without history.
without family.
without,
You.
They beat me,
calling me “boy”.
Some of my brothers believed,
and still
to this day
walk childlike:
full grown Man-childs
with violent toys.
Fearful
Powerful
Angry
and Proud-
and unsure.
uninitiated into Manhood.
Dangerous.
I remember you Mother.
In the drums of my heart
I remember.
I dance to remember
I write
to remember.
I fight
because I remember
how I was torn
how you were raped
how you are still raped.
They cannot take from me,
They cannot take from us
that which has always been ours.
Gladly I share it
But it’s mine.
You Mother-Fuckers,
It’s mine.
Respect that.
and Respect my brother too.
Respect
yourself.
the foggy chains of history
I shake off Now
I am reaching back,
deep to my roots.
back to the womb.
And I remember.
I
remember.
There’s a war
going on and no one is s….
Soldier,
from first breath
a legitimate target.
and
too often,
before.
torn from the womb,
You fight,
or you are
crushed.
But Their guns are bigger,
Their knives are sharper,
Their boots, heavier.
But we still
here.
You
still here.
Rock on little brother
Rock on.
Absolutely Honest.
I felt it
whispering to me.
Softly,
Fiercely,
Mockingly,
Faithfully.
So I ignored it
as one ignores the moans of ecstasy coming from next door.
I continued
empty, hungry,
And lost.
And…
Always,
an ellipsis.
after ever word
after every chuckle
after every smooth fuck…
an ellipsis.
my very soul pregnant
with…
Damn It.
…I know not
But all, resides inside.
the gentle whispering has left me,
alone,
I am quiet in
painful solitude-
That is,
except for the
raging torment
that was once
was…
a whisper.
If only I had listened,
If only I had been strong,
I would be in paradise,
whispering to my whisper.
But now the world will shake
and tremble with
my rage
and sorrow.
with my vision
and deceit.
My early inattentiveness
shall bring your end.
Go get your sandals,
and your towel too.
The Typhoon comes,
above my weary shoulders.
all the glitters….
no.
Weave
Burn
Murder
Build
Abort
Create
Teach
Frighten
Search
Lead
I make words dance
I make words bleed
Open your heart
Open your eyes
And in one verse,
I will show you God.
in the next.
i’ll bugger him sweet
and
slow.
I am the Master
and
the fool.
I see pain,
and crimes
that
even
magic words
cannot
express.
My soul screams out
mutely,
silenced by this very real
insanity.
You see It too.
I know you do.
And deep,
deep in your soul,
You know it.
Yet we live It.
we support It.
we perpetuate It.
And we hate
ourselves,
as we worship It.
When WE were free
WE rejected it.
But then we grew up.
we grew into our iron collars.
Jumped into the crew,
We knowingly accepted the lie.
So I say,
Fuck It.
and if you
knowingly continue
to choose it,
and to live it, then
Fuck you too.
When you feel.
Truly allow
Love to enter
and
Love to flow.
You,
are as
Nothing.
crushed,
into a speck.
Beautiful.
Peace
And
Love.
and
Naivete.
We are all loving
souls.
Then
The first slap
of injustice stings.
But, its only your pride.
A small thing.
A slap.
soon forgotten,
and easily explained away:
Oh, they was angry
Oh, they don’t know better
Oh, I shouldn’t have…..
3 apologies, a flashy car, and a doctorate later,
You are making the sweetness.
Busted lip
Bruised rib:
even Papa’s Waltz
was never this fun.
Once your black eyes
open,
you see.
And you say,
“It’s not just me”
and you know
that this is nothing new.
And then you realize
that Mary Turner
is your mother.
Ripped out
to feel genteel boots
crushing the life out
before you had a chance
to breathe.
And then you know.
You know there is no halfway.
You know that they hate you
and they have hated you
always.
The world has come to hate you.
but
The world fears you too.
So, tell me my nigga’,
What would you do?
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