February 7, 2008
- Issue 263 |
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Hope Poetic Black Fusion By Poet Blackman Preach BC Spoken Word Columnist (includes MP3 audio) |
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Click here to listen to Blackman Preach read this poem. HOPE One minute of hope mesmerized by the street children’s games riding their bikes playing tag chasing the girls trying to fight like studying flashcards childhood memories were coming like lightning & thunder in one clap I am in a size five running out of sight. Cars were easing around corners as if they were jet magazines with the beauty of the week on wax. Yeah that’s my car! Nah man—that’s my car! as if every kid repeated this same tune everwhere swearing an oath to brotherhood as the girls played jack swearing their oath to sisterhood. Slam bam! there’s another night as our moms avalanched her echoes of get your ass in the house or else. Everybody know the routine don’t get in trouble or that will divide & conquer us all so same bat time same bat place. |
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