Can I Get Some Of That

All I want is silence
Can you give me some that?
I just want to hear the secrecy of air
Can I enjoy some of that?
Rather than options being narrow, can i see them open?
Broadening to be exact.
So that i can see the silver lining of that cloud still intact.
So when i hear the rain pour
I wont feel it anymore
But I'll be under the joyous light that brings my life to be right
So that only tears of joy will flow
and the reaping of fruitful seeds should grow
then the euphoric ambiance won't move so slow
so that that feeling of happiness is all that my heart will pack
Happiness, happiness... Can i get some of that?

The Power Of A Thought

What does it mean for a person to sink in their thoughts
And dwell and be caught in political court.
To allow the thought of their problem to succeed the active conclusion
rather than intercede with a swift diffusion...
What does it mean for you to be stuck on the same image in your head
Which only outlines the pessimism in your life preventing you from thinking and moving ahead 
While another body is awake as you sleep putting their hands on your dream
But you're still frozen in the thoughts of your problems or ambitions rather than becoming the supreme
being.
Of course a thought can birth the baby of your motivation
and then teach to walk your future creation
of success.
But depending on the kind of mentality you bear
And the ideas that are there

I ask..
What does it mean to be caught in the power of your thoughts?

A Real Black Man

A light beamed from behind him
It was a shine that made the sun grow dim
He had a posture that made him bigger than the world
And a voice that meant he was not of this world
But a supernatural place where only the righteous exist
When you see him, when you hear him
You have to speak to him, his eyes, his voice insists.

The darkness of his skin
opposed the majestic personality that lay within
For this was a real man,
with the elements of solidarity and faithfulness
This man was the desire of all virtuous women
nothing more, nothing less.

A power so blinding, evoked from his soul
working in his favor to expose what his future holds.
His courage motivates him to open the doors that the enemy tries to seal
Yet in all of that he faithfully rests and waits on what God plans to reveal
What a mighty Black man that dwells in this  place
A real black man lives, a real black man lives on this earth with a divine grace
With an assurance to give out to the rest of the race
A real black man dwells in this place.

One Heart

Though our hearts may beat as one
Their distance from each other has interrupted the beating that has been done.
Our portraits of love have become blurred and unclear
and the harmony our love creates has become silent to a deafened ear.
We have entered a patch of dried emotion
an era of a questioned devotion.
But my spirit won't let me forget you
Nor will my life proceed without you
Because though the distance of our hearts interrupts the beating that was done
Our hearts still simultaneously beat. Our hearts still beat as one.

Me;my diary, my heart

I'm like a closed diary, I'm padlocked shut to hide what's inside me.
My pages are fresh because no one can read me, my pages are still white because finger prints can't dirty me.
I'm right under your nose tempting you to open me up, but as you try and try failed attempts urge you to give up.
My secrets remain within me and my thoughts stay secret.
And while most events are meant to stay in the past, it's these things that hurt me deepest. And while most people react immediately to what is going on around them, i keep it to myself and tell my heart ;my diary,  my problem.
And even though it appears that i write this poem to show others, this is just another diary entry for only me to see
because no one may fully understand the affects that this or that may have on me
so i just record it into my tired diary,my heart.

Balances

in life
one is always
balancing

like we juggle our mothers
against our fathers

or one teacher
against another
(only to balance our grade average)

3 grains of salt
to one ounce truth

our sweet black essence
or the funky honkies down the street

and lately i've begun wondering
if you're trying to tell me something

we used to talk all night
and do things alone together

and i've begun

(as a reaction to a feeling)
to balance
the pleasure of loneliness
against the pain
of loving you 




-Nikki Giovanni

A family tie

As time goes on, I begin to realise, that my family tree retracts from what should be a paradise. I see that our ties disintegrate, into a form of dysfunction and destruction that can only frustrate, a being like me who only adores the concept of family: a nesting of bloodline connection which links to an undying affection which can never be seized by any anarchist needs to separate what is meant to be the family that i desperately need. But In the company of time and the passing of the seasons we are all falling away for similar reasons. The moments around the table at christmas time, and bubbles of genetic laughter have had their time and shared their light, now its over and set alight. The ties that were meant to be unconditional, are crashing and burning at the devil's yearning. And the concept of family is backsliding as my family is dividing. While they say "time will heal", I just pray to my God that he brings a repeal, of all the things that have come and poisoned; and caused me, all of us to internally bleed every frustrating day, while we smile on with nothing to say. As if everything is ok, when really we just want it all to just fix its self right now, today. I miss my family who are now so distant; I miss those real special moments that are now only reminiscent. I miss not worrying about how we are all trying to cope, but thats what it has become since whatever has happened cannot be undone. All I do is wish for a solution to all this heart wrenching confusion. But until then I can only look to the heavens further than the skies, to shield me from my pain and continuos need to cry; for this family tie that has been left undone anticipating a way to loop into another one.

Wake up Black people!

They say racism is over and i embrace the social rest
but when do Black people get to be seen at their best?
I'm not talking to the white man who is threatened by who we are and what we bring
I'm speaking to all you men and women of color who skate this rink
I'm pointing at all of us who tread on this thin ice we call earth
Those who have succumbed to this fatal black rebirth

Have we forgotten who we are?
We are the color of power with the ancestry of strength
We are the metaphor of hope hence...
our strength in numbers
but we have failed to exploit our greatness of a high degree
we have failed to show how it once was to live properly
instead we are in the new world order where
Rappers are talking about Fucking
Women feeding on sucking
dancing in the videos legs open to the world
saying they're setting an example for every little girl?

Money has become the only objective
Making a black mans life a black life perspective
forgetting we're instruments of glory
forgetting we all live to tell our miraculous story..
Of how we fought to be free
But we chose to hide our afro's and wear a weave
we use a lightening lotion even though the black can never leave
we wear our trousers low to show the world our cracks
we carry guns or we're stabbing guys in the back
we're selling drugs or we're leaving school as failures
forgetting Jesus Christ and accepting idols as saviors.
Come on Black people, Have we gone insane?
Are we really subjecting ourselves to our own self committed pain?
I don't understand...
Please explain...
Why in such habitual vices we chose to remain..

In this fatal rebirth of this black evolution
which has opened our community to such pollution
a demotion in greatness
and the promotion of weightless
substances in our lives
which take us to corners in our time which only God seems to despise

Wake up Black people! We are no longer Niggers
we are the faces of tomorrow, no more slavery figures
Wake up Black people and smell the Black coffee!
Its time for us to venture move your black body
Wake up! wake up! don't remain idle
Go for what is true and exalt your Black title.
Wake up Black people, and keep vigilant
stay true to what is real, be militant
Wake up Black people. Wake up.

I've Lost My Culture

So I mixed into the British frontier
I thought it was a smart blend
I was so desperate to become as they appear
And I became something my culture didn't intend

I'm lost now, because theres only so much you can mix before it all vititiates
Theres only so much you can do when appreciation doesn't regenerate.
Subsequently I've lost my connection to my culture identity
As though I never originated from my country

But can I call it my country since I didn't embrace it?
Does her name belong with me since i tried to replace it?
What languages should I speak? What's my mother tongue?
Twi, Ga but I tend to pronounce it all wrong.
I've lost it all, how do I get it back?
I'm lost in the middle desperate not to retract

Can you pity someone like me?
Or does disappointment erase all empathy?
Because I tried to adjust to an incompatible suit
And I tried to disassociate myself from my roots..
Can you look up to a person like me?
Someone who's missed out on what her cultural values mean
Because she tried on an incompatible suit
That made her woefully blind to her roots.

Write your rights!

It's alive, it never really died
It hasn't gone anywhere due to the human pride
Bringing with it the curse of the slave
The curse of disfigurement to what once made a man brave

Kicked down! Beat down! Held under arrest!
..Deprived of a freedom that was never fully possessed.
The invisible line that exists today,
Off corse people don't see it because of racist comments the law "forbids" us to say.

The darker skin and the difference in hair
a difference in culture; and because of this the racist man must stare?

The ignorance of people which we must bare
on all our backs as if our civil rights were never there.
As if Martin Luther King never had a dream
And Marcus Garvey never demonstrated how he wanted Africa to be redeemed.
As if  Malcolm X didn't fight for what really belonged
The equality for us all, that our contrasts should bond!

We need that society, but the blind won't see
Even those affected try to conform secretly
To how the right man wants us to live
To how he wants us to be accepted
Even though he isn't the one who's skin, who's colour,who's race who's culture is being disrespected.

But i won't be radicalised!
I won't confirm this stereotype
It's imperative that i rise above it.
My calling is that i shall write.

My mission is that through my gift i show my people's capability
That despite any efforts we will be free!
To say, think, act and pen what we believe
As the elite Black community
We will be free!