….my folk! you
quite theater doe’
presentin’
yurs a mesmerizin’ sho’,
they all reminiscing
‘bout stable careers, childhood dreams,
of romance scenes,
‘fo
adulthood kicked dey asses into real Awaken-ings,
& true horror
stories b’came realities;
some choose
ta watch yo movies, scene afta’ scene,
as if, dem
sho’s in demselves, would fulfill dey dreams
while otha’s
fully conscious of da bullshit you spit,
ta keep one
captured, wit yo chain, ball, & trin--kets
smooth as a
gentle, summa’s breeze, as yo mouth flo swept our minds,
simultaneously
it cut raza-blades into our souls,
our struggles,
weren’t the fairytales you tol’
yo appealin’
ol’ happily eva-after’s,
& dey
lived happily eva- after’s,
it ain’t da
truth of da lives we wish fo’-
t’ain’t tales
of da shed tears, of the workin’ po’!
t’ain’t da
truth of our disembodied ancient ancestors soul’s cryin’
fuh ign’ance
ta set our minds free!!
let’s tell’t
like’t is “my” folk…for da love of you!!
da facts of dis
life
dat we
livin’
…ain’t
cutting no deals
…it’s time
ta get real,
while you
swag’n suave’, wit yo hella-dip,
Kangol hat
tipped to da side,
cigar
smellin’ sweet….you like a rat,
spewin’ a
cavity-filled, mouth full of lies;
to yo own
fam …
freedom- searchin’
souls….
not truly
givin’ a damn ‘bout our goals,
only how
many of “our”dolla bills you can fold…
Carin’ less
of whose mind’s or spirit’s you’ve sold
ta ya new
massa, fuh today’s get rich quick scheme…
sellin’ yo’
stage play, over-nite quick-fixes to yo’ own folk,
even tho, ya
don’t believe in ya own joke no mo….
spuing false
hope, hidin’ the soul you lost to anotha form of coke
flashin’ yo’
wand….feedin’ hisStory’s miracles out
yo’ magic can,
at da cost
of anyone’s energy, dat will ride on yo desert land
compensated
smiles,
you beginnin’
to know yo err’, yet know no way out…
continuin’
ta nourish yo people wit da ign’ance until we all in drought,
instead of
spillin’ yo Awaken-ing…
da
deceptions….da lies
learnin’ yo’self…
teachin’ da
way ta self-education
self-preservation
self-motivation……self-love.
Free
Truth!!!
but at da
cost of a few bucks & our soul’s health,
Resurrection
…..ReBirthin’ of a nation,
you bring us
death.
rather kill
yo family, than ta uplift & save even yo own lousy soul,
fa pieces of
temporariness, that ain’t even yo own.
The
ever……Our inheritance….Ours
tryna
seekin’ the truth…
turning the
pages of destroyed, with a fine toothed-comb,
while you
lovin’ some impermanent specks of gold, nice car, hella-home…..
at the cost
of climbing yo’ masters ladder,
a lil’
pocket clitter-clatter,
my love,
just a message of wisdom
…..soon as
ya step out of line….
rock bottom
gon’ sound mo’ like a thuDDah
We’re watching in despair, but…..
We’ll be lookin eye to eye again Pretender…
My Brotha’s..…My Sistah’s Keeper..….My
People’s Slow Killer…..
And We’ll say….
“So
glad You’re Awake, You can take your mask off now, You’re back home…
let’s
get to work, there’s progress being made here… We’ve been building.”
©LeTisha.Bowie
8/5/12
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