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Stray
bullets still ring out around South Minneapolis
the
34th block & Chicago—
as
the Fall season stands still for Tyesha—
Tyesha
Edwards the intellectual
they’re
killing our messengers
in
who’s time
there
was no time
as
tears pierce the blue siding
where
the sobbing will never end for the guardians
of
Tyesha — who signed their very last permission slip—
for
their daughter?
To
go on an eternal trip with Jesus
y’all
need to hug
someone
close to you
‘cause
promises don’t come tomorrow
and
there is no guarantee.
Headlines
read, “In Another Country She’d be Alive!”
which
to me — is a blanket statement and the independent writer
in
the Newsroom
of
the Star Tribune probably lives in
Edina
or Bloomington, Minnesota
where
their children DO NOT have to worry
as
— stray bullet still ring out around South Minneapolis
the
34th block & Chicago
where
random bullets has copyrights for yet another life
while
the young thugs who were playing war-games
in
the bright hours of the day
have
me walking—
have
me walking—
walking
the stairs of the United Methodist church
as
— a downward spiral of intense agony for
Brandon
Hall & Tyesha Edwards family’s
combined
sobbing paralyzed
my
knees
&
I am motionless
erect
in the worship-house with the mourners of this
young
messenger who left written documents of,
oh,
how she loved Jesus—
oh,
how she loved Jesus—
oh,
how she loved… Jesus?
as
my anger upstaged questions to answers,
I
will never receive alive.
So,
I will continue to pray with open-eyes
for
clarity
as
the procession leads to the resting place
of
this adolescent warrior
who
America could not protect from it’s own gang wars
as
shots for Brandon & Tyesha still ring out downtown
&
South Minneapolis
the
34th block & Chicago
with
messengers leaving the world violently
so
does one enter the world violently
with
a mission from the creator
“get
the message to the people in the struggle before the
harvest
comes.”
And
to those who have had enjoyment while allowing
God’s
children to suffer in unsafe communities
where
bullets pierce the hearts of families
around
the world to date
&
the perspective is kind of grim for the members
of
the dearly departed Tyesha Edwards—
as
I said in the beginning
I’ll
say to the end…
Stray
bullets still ring out around South Minneapolis
the
34th block & Chicago.
The
preceeding words are lyrics from the CD State
of the Ghetto Address
Click
here to listen to Blackman Preach read this poem.
Blackman
Preach has the following statement about this poem:
This
piece was dedicated to Brandon Hall, the University of Minnesota
Football player who was murdered and Tyesha Edwards, an eleven
year old African American girl who was shot and killed instantly
while doing her homework with her little sister. These two deaths
had an effect on me, the U of M campus and the community at
the time. Peace
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.