This is a Spoken Word poetry piece that Chazz and I wrote. Our friendship grew so much from writing this piece together. I learned the power of poetry as we linked our creative and pushed each other to be more honest As our tired eyes and minds molded together we gave birth to the most beautiful political piece that I have ever read. I never though I could write something like this as well as work with someone. Most of the time I like to work by myself but here that pattern was tested and the product was amazing. We preformed this at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe and in-front of our friends One day I would love to write another piece with Chazz but I'll wait to our paths lead us back. We are both genius.
Breaking News: Barack Obama is no longer a Black man...
Hope is a hologram
His words will be seen on hypocrisy’s teleprompter
change is something that has been clinking around in my back pocket for years but my hand was never been brave enough to grab it in pursuit of anything more than some sun flower seeds and a 50 cent soda...With options limited noone can define choice [Insert "the Man" 's voice] we let one nigga in the white house...Uh, we reached our quota...
[“the Man’s voice continued] we can’t have colored children thinking they made it.
New textbooks will come out, his face mistakenly printed a little lighter.
Democracy…we will give him a demo to rule this government
His face never grazing pieces of paper purposely put on this planet projecting this prayer or rather this pursuit of prosperity because his four fathers are living through him vicariously. See Kings will always inhabit a deck, but these presidential pawns get checked mated when the real government says that 4 years is over rated its just chess
We the people must dissect his decisions…In Obama We Trust our dreams…as long as this country trusts, it will prevail… 6 billion plus people into a nation where peace isn’t a mirage but just around the corner of bigotry, under lies, over deception.
All though we think we do
The name Barack falls from the lips of a nation
as if a few years ago his middle name was not hung beside Sadam
Fearing not the name as we cling onto revolution revising the reputation of a nation’s declaration of our life, liberty and the Pursuit of happiness
we need not let this election of a president lead us in the direction of a sedative...something to keep us quiet...like poisonous gas from the polite...it will creep up on us slowly killing us softly with it's song..."Yes We Can...Yes We Can"...be self destructive say fuck it push the red button and be our own end...cuz Hiroshima and Nagasaki don't have shit on the revolution that drops me...Like a baby of Watts or Kings death...WWIII...ignorance...this recession but politicians are still in recess...Hoping Obama will be that kid who decides to climb the monkey bars…( I think it‘s fine it‘s a metaphor for ppl calling black ppl monkey‘s but he is better than that…like his is climbing over the stenotype Shit...I guess I'm just pessimistic...But I wont rest on this shit...cuz if you sleep on time you'll only be there to see the end...And sleep is the cousin of death...so I can't let my "HOPE" be the reason for a nation's last breath
History respiration your memories leading us to the mountain top/clearly not letting Martins’ dreams defer/ Malcolm’s belief in the mental power his people dry up like a raisin in the… people people I can’t say this enough, race is something we can’t run from/ faster we dash duck dive quicker we run into it/ This election is one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind, one stride across racial lines, one obliterated outlook of America which is now a land of opportunity, paved with golden embraces
But we can’t be complacent, forget that there are racists, look at our white wash history and try to erase it...No the dream's not deferred, but it sure as hell aint on track...if PaSaad could get knocked down by 4 MS soldiers with 4 gats...Shit...They went to get more clips... His body layin probably hoping "the shit miss"...Jesus couldn’t help him on this day before Christmas...0 time to look back...A nightmare...click clack...4-0 A dream...40 years after that...Our minds are are still colorless although our president is black...Its like we pick perception out of a hat...niggas don’t really feel free, but now wanna say the chains are broken and change is open but we have not be disconnected from our roots were still on the same tree with no new seeds, some new branches constricted by weeds so we still doin the same, hangin and chokin tryna inhale a bit of this Life Liberty and pursuit of Happiness
Change is not the path of the faint hearted, amnesty must be given to ignorance, Obama isn’t mankind’s Geppetto for change, cut away from that mentality, to be a real society we must yearn for prosperity, encoded it in our memory that it’s has to be free will so until you want this for yourself, you’ll be The Man’s puppet in the play called American is the land of the Immobilized
We all must be the index finger showing eyes what they've never seen before true freedom without reason just merely because it's meant to be but hasn't been in centuries...Tales hanging from the skies above Alabama of people brought to a foreign that their children must call home like rotten apples hanging from Maple trees leaking, belonging is what there seeking If yall havent gotten it by now then there's no point in us even speaking, you must be fistless if youre not grasping this. Only I can drag our chained wrists high enough to snatch this life liberty and pursuit of happiness
