I. & As if I were published Prolifically I cram the contents Of my cranium On random receipts & slivers of cardboard Riffing on rapture Alive & well Within the walls of the woodshed
Where As if I were a virtuoso Soloing in the native tongue Of the versaphone Singing of lady soul Within me (because she is my queen my everything) Searching for my purpose within truth Discovering the truth within beauty Carving a brand new nuance of meaning On the tabula rasa of expression
This is my story My song Full Of what Was the blues Then & now Catapulted from the canon Of recollection Into the crucible of identity Onto the canvas of individuality Conforming only to the persistence of memory
Never giving up the ghost of yesterday Winning at the end of the way
Wisdom wont (even in the grasp of death) To life Which wills the lungs Inside me Expanding & expending Every breath Into a souliloquy that sighs: Freedom Ain’t never been free. But must I die… To become a legend Rescued from oblivion?
II. & As if I could see forever’s Footprints Through the maze Of my vagabond eyes This world All too wary Of its own shadow Appears before me In streams of ultraviolet Consciousness & Autobiographical Daydreams
Scaling the heights of the horizon on breaths of air That summon sundry silhouettes Of once slippery memories Skating their way into the immortal Fusion of life & death Stirring up the sound Of far off drums From the distant past, in the jazz Of our kissing bodies
Conceiving another universe in the womb of mother earth As she scores love (the only song there is) Into the porous pulse playing within our passion—
Unfortunately, the tradition of killing (and America’s genocidal tendencies) continues in 2020, as does the list and the lament of innocent Black bystanders whose lives have been taken and forsaken by the land of the free. But, what it should already know is that it will reap what it sows. To rehash James Baldwin, Gwendolyn Brooks, and Langston Hughes, we’ll never “make peace with mediocrity,” but rather dwell in faith of a higher possibility of humanity finally realizing that “we are each other’s harvest,” because Black Folks, we too are America, which is why we’ll never leave the fruits of our labors of love. I’d say it’s about time to break tradition.
I write this for anyone who truly gives a damn about the continuum of the human spectrum, not for those who are indifferent (or don’t even try to understand the bigger picture), no matter what race or creed you consider yourself to be. Guess what…we all bleed red, and are children of the same creation.
Let’s forget about Covid-19 for a minute…because what’s on my mind now (and seems like it has been forever) is the daily dilemma of racial inequity and inequality encountered and endured by African Americans and its infinite shades, including myself, since America was born…& we too are America. I say this to let the bigots and racists, who could care less about us, know that we aren’t going anywhere. We have as much stake in this country as you do. Historically speaking, it was built on the backs of Black folks, especially during the reign of the peculiar institution in the south. So, to all my worthy comrades and contemporaries down for the cause at all cost, I say Be Safe and Stay Strong during these times of madness and mayhem, and believe this gem from Iyanla Vanzant:
“People cannot change who you are and what you were born to be. They can create obstacles in your path. They can do things that make you believe you are other than what you are, but people cannot change, alter, or in any way hinder the truth of your being. The truth is you are divine.”
A Short Conversation about Juneteenth and the Systemic Racism stemming from Slavery and its aftermath, which included the practice of peonage, and the Black Codes and Jim Crow laws of segregation
TW: We need to make sure these laws and any like them are not allowed again.
Me: TW, that is for sure.
TW: Michael David Saunders Hall, it has to begin and continue with us.
Me: TW, definitely!
TW: We may not be able to change all of the old attitudes, but we can form the future.
Me: TW, I totally agree…we owe it to our youth to teach the truth 🙂
TW: Michael David Saunders Hall, I’m having a hard time finding the true histories. Can you point me the right direction?
Me: TW, just start reading all the stuff we weren’t necessarily taught in school, parts of history seemingly and/or purposely excluded, because there’s a lot that was excluded in our basic education, especially when it comes to the importance of Women in general, and Blacks and minorities in the United States of America…read with the intent of gaining knowledge and wisdom of the whole spectrum of humanity…start with books like — The Souls of Black Folk by W. E. B. DuBois, Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison, The Autobiography of Malcolm X and Roots by Alex Haley, the collected writings of Martin Luther King, Jr., Race Matters by Cornel West.
TW: Michael David Saunders Hall, I know our education was limited. Thank you for pointing me in the right direction.
Me: TW, I don’t think it was necessarily limited perse…it’s just the fact that we were not taught everything we should’ve been…& it’s because the general curricula of teachers from back in the day and even still now are limited in scope…like my best friend (who started a teacher only to become a cop) told me once, it’s sad but teaching nowadays is more so about paperwork than the actual teaching lessons.
TW: Michael David Saunders Hall, too true. __________ #4
If All Lives truly matter to you, then someone saying Black Lives matter should not trigger you at all.
Let’s hope that 2020 is remembered, not as the year of the Corona, but the year of Human Catalysts, whose deaths (namely George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and Ahmaud Arbery) seem to have awakened the political consciousness of the marginalized masses who still endure all of the racial and social inequalities and inequities, and hence became the much needed spark for change within the collective conscience of the country, moving towards legislation to abolish police brutality and once and for all level the playing fields of justice and equality…By Any Dreams Necessary❗❗❗
An Answer to the Meme:
I Say Not a Damn Thing!!! …if one wants to kneel, he or she can kneel; it is his or her God given human right. Once and for all, give the man some grace. There is only one judge, if you’re a believer (and none, if you’re a non-believer). Me, being a believer…I know, like Kaepernick, that only God can judge me…not being funny, nor quoting Tupac.
Almost 4 years ago, Kaepernick and his 49ers teammate Eric Reid chose to kneel during the anthem to call attention to the issues of racial inequality and police brutality. Kaepernick said: “I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color. To me, this is bigger than football and it would be selfish on my part to look the other way. There are bodies in the street and people getting paid leave and getting away with murder.”
As for NFL fans having to experience “Lift Every Voice and Sing” before the historically racist “Star-Spangled Banner,” I say it’s only fair, and actually about time, because I never liked it, nor “The Pledge of Allegiance” and its one big myth of “… Liberty and justice,” figuring the two have never coexisted “For All.”
By Any Dreams Necessary…we are free to be who we ae ❤✌
“All we need is a voluntary, free-spirited, open-ended program of procreative racial deconstruction…everyone just gotta keep f**kin’ everybody ’til we’re all the same color.” –excerpt from the movie, Bulworth
…& then the institution of Racism would subsequently be required to throw in the towel.
My dad’s been saying this for as long as I can remember