November 15, 2007
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Bumpy
Tymes Poetic Black Fusion By Poet Blackman Preach BC Spoken Word Columnist (now includes audio) |
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Click here to listen to Blackman Preach read this poem. The revolution is a plow digging six feet deep with the splinters of its’ handles caving to the bone of the people resisting the storm is raging & blows out the night on the wick of the candle— the rain is coming fire is hard to come by, now— drenched by the puddles a generation of youth are washed into poverty—they’re hungry while dodging gun totting criminals blasting at their foes to survive on these mean streets—Piri—Punto the established in 2001 said no child left behind? Behind—it’s all I see in them the load a parent has to bare as they bury their sixth child killed by gangs their seventh child bullied & scared to go outside and play now—suicide claims the youngest son due to insufficient funds community centers and schools are failing rapidly and the grave mark is getting far worst while changes are not directed from inside the white house unless serious demands for changes are made by the people we’ll continue to wonder… and the change will never come but too the materialist eyes of the new slave with no more vision or freedom than the jailed political prisoners worldwide the journey has no life to continue and follow Moses or Jesus to the other side of freedom’s mountain there’s no desire to make it over our focus is blurred away to distracted by the science of technology— TVs tune up hip-hop porn and un-educated writers for variety shows it’s too painful to watch Flava Flav playing himself for the capitalist devil that America has designed with Black folk leading the billon dollar campaign while their mother’s still living in the projects— almost 40 years deep after the Civil Rights & Black Power Movement we’re pacing at the crossroad & won’t vote— Amerikkka’s about to institute the pic-nic culture to choke the families of color and remanding descendants of Africans worldwide don’t you read the news on? Cancel Negros Now—(CNN) it’s being delivered through you ear-hole with a headset to your cell phones & iPods our psyches are to mesmerized & distracted from the horrible situation in New Orleans they’re coming— the violent ones— Satan’s little evil spirit Bush, FEMA, Cheney, Halliburton, Condoleezza—hands all in the details the builders and thieves all at once concealing the lies that destroying the entire world and they do it so—gracefully SMILING. white teeth, white hands; white teeth, Black hands; white teeth, Asian;
are going to be the real reason, we’ll be burning in hell’s deception of wars and rumor of wars as they push the button of mass destruction— they do it so, gracefully smiling. The preceeding words are lyrics from title cut of the CD Bumpy Tymes Click here to listen to Blackman Preach read this poem. BlackCommentator.com Spoken Word Columnist, Poet Blackman Preach (Cedric T. Bolton), is a poet (spoken word artist) and producer, born in Pascagoula, Mississippi and raised in Paterson, New Jersey. Cedric received his Bachelor of Arts degree from Western Washington University and currently resides, with his wife, in Syracuse, New York. He is the Founder of Poetic Black Fusion, a writers' workshop that provides access and opportunities to poets of African Ancestry living in Central New York. He is also the co-founder of Voices Merging, a student-run poetry organization (spoken word) at the University of Minnesota that provides a social outlet for undergraduate students to develop as writers, network and express themselves on stage. He has been writing poetry for 14 years and is published in the Ethnic Student Center's Newsletter at Western Washington University, The Spokesman Recorder, and St. Cloud Times. Click here to contact Blackman Preach. |
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