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COFFINS – Poetic Black Fusion
Spoken Word Columnist (includes MP3 audio)
The current issue is always free to everyone I saw coffins as I lie on the backbone of a flat-bed pick-up scared to hell for denying Christ in the darkness of my night while the trumpet sounds of sirens where loud—everybody was aware of the road-rage cops on Winston’s tail. I saw coffins as I…
December 6, 2007 3 min read Free to read
The current issue is always free to everyone
I saw coffins as I lie on
the backbone of a flat-bed pick-up
scared to hell for denying Christ
in the darkness of my night
while the trumpet sounds of sirens
where loud—everybody was aware of
the road-rage cops on Winston’s tail.
I saw coffins as I lie on
the backbone of a flat-bed pick-up
speed BUMP after speed BUMP
I lied there on the
spine of a Nisan pick-up
being stretched like elastic
while my teenage arms
revealed a map of pain
I Had No Idea
they would shoot the innocent
suspended in mid-air.
I saw coffins as I lie on
the backbone of a flat-bed pick-up
confused for the chauffer was driving
without a license, registration, or insurance
but packed heavy artillery for Iraq’s war
but I was on the backbone of this pick-up
lying like screwdriver, FLAT, while the Nisan captain
was
in flight.
I saw coffins as lie on
the backbone of a flat-bed pick-up,
while the goons that could’ve left Ruby’s son
a corpse
the youngest child
wearing a stiff suit—
to die for
on the backbone of this Nisan
coasting me away from safety
as the crying rain baptized
and saved me
from that final parade of life
I saw coffins
I saw coffins
I saw coffins of police brutality
but I was one innocent
but I was one innocent
before they picked me up &
let
me
go.
The preceeding words are lyrics from the CD State of the Ghetto Address
Note: The weekend of November 17-18, 2007 at the Upper State (New York) Independent Awards, Blackman Preach took home the plaque for the Best Poet. Blackman Preach believes it is very important to thank those who took time out and voted for him. If you think the lyric and music production on Bumpy Tymes was serious, just wait until you see what he’s cooking for the third album… Word Up!
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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