speaking to deaf ears
mouths a constant, overflowing dumpster
corner-shelves of drawn shit,
awaiting the funk monster to dispose of it..
quickly, before the repetitive refill
standing still,
stagnant,
yelling to broken spirits & deaf ears,
overfilled for years...
with inactivity
& I beat the drums of ears softly,
with Our wails, until they become shriekkksss!
Our rivers of tears spill, from My heart's tip,
onto pages & pages
enraged!
Eye peer through tear bubble-filled scopes,
looking around Us
“We have to awaken!”
...become a part of 'The Rising'
in 'this' reality,
which 'is' a southward spiral of a Divine race...
we chant, we argue, we plead...
of this new day,
of the great unity taking place,
yet, Yet to be seen...
but not only are present ears deaf,
the delivering eyes must be blind,
to the increasing innocent bodies lying
of our men, wombmen, children...
we're continuosly finding...
by the wayside,
day by day by...
& My Soul's ears mourn, to the distant Mother's wail in the wind, for a child gone too soon,
& My Soul's heart outcries, with the Father around the corner, banging the door railing, for a son gone to soon,
& My knees surpass my ankles, hitting concrete pavements, to the moan of grandparents
who lost their child too soon!!!
& sit awake at night wondering why We can't see,
how magnificent the power of Our Love in a multitude could be...
...the rapes, molestations, the diseases
this shit ain't on decrease family!!
& speaking unity ain't nothing,
if we ain't supportin, & upliftin Our Brethren!
...only a sermon, being flushed out to sea,
with the rest of the gradually washing-out ,
man-made, religious mental slave mentality
looking passing seekers by,
looking our spiritually broken Sisters by,
looking our mentally tired Brothers by,
shouting unity over their heads....
cus they ain't got the grammar down,
cus they don't sound all educated, conscious & fly
My Soul breaches Blood & pours pain...
over & over again,
watching Blood dog Blood...
& yeah, I've heard...
“Just cus they black, don't mean they blood”
but what Eye do know is....
live long enough to find out Who you are
& you'll remember what color you are too
…..when you're out trying to survive in this world...
“Oh there will come a time”
...when you will be informed... of just who you are
You just better know...
& Blood gone always be Blood...
Rooted.
“& You will remember, regardless of your shade,
You gone always be Black.”
& go on
sadly,
hindering Our unity
spoken to the communities
unconscious of one fact
a circle goes round & round...
“How much longer do we chase our tails rotating it?”
...degrading the very faces, facing us in the mirrors
One another
Our Ancestors Love...
getting nowhere, we're losing grip
while, trying to grasp It
the truth of Her Love,
...Her knowledge....Her treasures
Antediluvian.
Impregnated, withIn the deepness of all that We seek,
we'd rather watch Our brothers dirt-smother,
in the pit of this corrupt shit,
than to lend a hand, for fear he may rise above,
instead of rise beside you...
as One...
It's time for Us to get a grip over OurSelves
if you ain't bout Ours,
back back, so we can take Our positions,
It's time to be bout this mission
time has shown & does tell,
no one else ever will
write a few lines, spit a pile for the Mother Earth's Crew,
gotta get into Our Souls and do what we need to...
heart, soul & feet
else all talkin remains in vain
& that new name means nothing
to a child who has no idea what is means,
who can't get a job, due to the same ol mobs blocking pro-gress,
who ain't got a dime, in a society that don't give a damn...
determined to keep us rammed in the hind,
don't give a damn whether we live or die,
watching & laughing.....
as we fight, kill & belittle Our own kind
stompin & dumpin Our every move...our every effort
as Our people walk by, heads down, faking pride,
tear-stained souls, unable to break the keloid pain barriers,
unable to feel Our voices,
to feel the leaders...
because there's no walk, to Our talk
Blind Eyes, Deaf Ears
