“my dream”
new poem
my dream is that my people will finally become a nation
and submit to the Creator with such dedication
that it would be impossible to justify the injustice of denying us reparations
I dream that the government will be overtaken
by the kingdom
The articulation of emotion can resonate in the soul and drive you to deep places
places you wouldn’t venture if not for the poem that pronounced so intimately your pain
The power of your gift is unmeasurable
the significance of your talent is potent!
artist your ART can turn a nation and rouse a people
Black people your expression is the future vision of a royal heritage
“…a good poet knows that their poems are like seeds
and if it is deep enough
it will take root in your soul
you can go back and read when its rough
like scrolls
in your grief there is grace
keep your feet planted in faith
please!
suceed for us
your life is encouraging more people than you can
ever know.”
“…at the bottom where the problems push you close to the brink / it’s autumn not even close to spring / so when do I plant the seeds / what if I can’t believe / how do I float when all hope fails / its as if my boat is supposed sink / we broke and they promote the coke sales / we hold on to their coat tails like slaves…”
“I hold my breathe until the inside of my lungs bleed\ I close my eyes to visualize the same pain that the bums see\my thoughts are sick it’s like I’m forced to be ill\only the realist speech can come from me\they in a dark rage where I live\my hearts caged in my ribs,but my tongue’s free…”
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