The Very Best of the Voices in My Head Side 2

1. “Bad Morning” by Langston Hughes

Here I sit
With my shoes mismated.
I’s frustrated!


From the publication of his first book in 1926, Langston Hughes was hailed as the poet laureate of Black America. The first to commemorate the experience of African-Americans in a voice that no reader, black or white, could fail to hear, lyrical and pungent, passionate and polemical.

2. “If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.”
-Albert Einstein

3. “If you are not willing to risk the usual, you will have to settle for the ordinary.”
– Jim Rohn

4. “There are none so blind as those who will not see. The most deluded people are those who choose to ignore what they already know.”
–Thomas Chalkley, in his “Works” (1713)

5. “No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life. “
~ Nietzsche

6. “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
— J.K. Rowling

7. “God is a comedian playing to an audience that is too afraid to laugh.” -Voltaire

8. “I have nature and art and poetry,
and if that is not enough,
what is enough?”
– Vincent Van Gogh

9. Then the Lord said to Abram, “Know for certain that your descendants will be strangers in a land that is not their own:
they will be enslaved and mistreated 400 Years.”
– Genesis 15:13

11. “What you cannot see during the day, you will not see at night.”
~ African Proverb

12. On Classism in Black America:

“Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga…still nigga!”
– Jay Z

“History Lesson (according to Dion Steele): Nigga is the Black pronunciation of the word Nigger which derived from the Southern White Racists mispronunciation of the Portuguese and Spanish word Negro which connotes Black or Darkness from its Latin form Necro which was associated with Death which during ancient times was associated with Darkness because symbolically the Light of the Sun would go out in West which is why the Ancient Africans of Kemet (which means Black Land or Land of the Black) buried their dead in the west where the sun set to be with their God who was depicted as Black representing the Darkness of the Universe the Blackness of the Fertile Ground and in whose image and from whose soil we were made…Black!”

13. “We do not know until the shell breaks what kind of egg we have been sitting on.”
~ T. S. Eliot

14. “As I expected, the bourgeoning revolutionary standing in front of me failed to see the wisdom in ignoring one’s opponents and dedicating oneself to a proactive regimen. Like so many others, he failed to comprehend what the agreed upon statement that “no one is coming to save Black America” really means. He didn’t comprehend that this assertion means that the onus was on modern-day race men and race women to build independent black educational institutions, develop an entrepreneurial class whose goals are undergirded by a philosophy of socially responsible individualism, and work to establish a cultural framework that served Black America’s best interests.”
– James Jones



I can hear colors.

I swear sometimes
I can hear
With my eyes, perceiving
Everything living
By the color
Of its soul.

I can see sound.

Even stone is alive.
To hear the landscape
Is like listening to a symphony
Playing in perfect harmony
With notes upon notes
Layered infinitely
Into an eternal matrix of song:
Each one a bloom, blade
Of grass or tree leaf, wading
And waiting in rays of day’s
Setting sun waving at itself
In a mirror of sea – all of them
Serenading our humanity.

This is our universe:
Sound penetrating matter, creating
Light, giving birth to love –
Love to the world, because there is
A song, sung into being, that is literally
Our DNA…and no one’s out of tune;
Though, we don’t always harmonize, and we definitely have our own
Idiosyncrasies. no one is out of tune.

Maybe offbeat, but not out of tune.

©2019 MDSHall

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