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Okay, Okay
Mayyyyyybe
U get ur rocks off
gawking at this soul of mine
I willingly
expose in rhyme.
Mm-hm, mm-hm, fine.
Sike!
Ooooooo….
spike through ur hearts?
vampires!
Sorry to say,
This world of mine is 2-way—
things go out
and things come inn-nnnn.
Yeah,
no propping your feet up,
popcorn in hand
sucking me through a straw.
You gluts!
Spread da wealth!
And da health,
Not just your guts.
Ever see a mosquito drink so much
It couldn’t fly?
Ur hunger pains should tell u why.
Ur why birth pangs inside,
Waiting 2 BE
Born but
U have 2 open up
and give it away.
Ur seeds belong 2 2morrow.
Harvest 2day
What you say. Sow,
Sow unto me what was naught
Urs or mines
When I wrote mine rhymes.
U don’t have to be a poetry expert. Just tell me what your initial emotional response was.
Did it spark some memories? What did it remind you of? Ur darkest nightmare? Did you
hate it? Share your rage. Perhaps you liked the cadence, It’s pace? The rhyme scheme?
The word play? What do you say? Sow…
After yall do yalls thing. I might come back and explain a few things about the piece I
made. What it means to me.
My hand reveals
ancient signs
ancient rhymes
I secure
reaching into
da ancient depths of my mind.
Mind time
Moves quicker than
thine, sinking quicker in quicksand.
Quick San!
She’s quicker than
da universe made SanReg.
so what are you eating?
Burger king, Mickey D’s, or Wendy’s?
When D’s
Penny’s
Value plummets
Head over tails
telling tells
of da head
who valued less
our human life
and moooooore…
the expansion of his
union?
U Men
Still needs
toproclaim your
emancipation
not endure, emasculation.
Your mass is accumulating
as the wealth of the wealthy
2% of dis nation.
Blood
Sweat
and tears
after years and years—
you’ve
changed in two
money
is everything you is
po’, po’, po’.
Shit!
You just remembered
Ho, ho, ho!
is around da corner.
So what you gonna
do then?
Give up your mama and your daughter
just to buy gifts
I hear that whip
CMACK!!!
Smoke
Came from the slice in your skin
burning bright red
like crack pipes
with your
pipe dreams,
chasing slice after slice.
You pie-friend!
“Find by me.”
You are what you eat!
you all but asleep!
You all betta keep
Your sickness to yourselves;
But hell, yall breed fast.
Fast asses!
While orphan children
Starve in Africa.
“Africa?”
Yeah, it still exist
somewhere
ova your rainbow
that you’ll neva touch
dancing like a fool
Dance Fool!
beside a pot of fools gold.
“Ooooooo,”says the crowd.
No!
I’m speaking to yall too!
‘til yall blue,
like me,
and black
from this bat.
Jus’ call me…
Batman!
Like Morgan Freeman,
Cuz this is MY Eastside High,
I’m taking it back!
Teaching you songs
Or you might as well jump.
Jump! Damnit!
Cuz da stockmarkets your god.
You destined to fall;
Destined to crawl;
dragging your balls
cuz youre definitely chained.
2 million encaged?!!
But it ain’t a shame,
Cuz you’re ashamed of being alive;
a live part of the social-body.
You’re AID’S!
You’re taking your own life!
Anti-bodies unite!
But they label us socialist!
They label us anti-social men!
They label us!
‘til the truth lies
under a pile of lies.
Its been “9-11!” on our lives
since the Mayflower glided
ova violent waters
like in the beginning:
“let there be light.
As long as the light
has the might, then it’s right.
“To da left, to da left,”
If you don’t like.
“You leftist and liberals are all alike!”
So fight!
Barack Obama, fight!
But I’m less concerned about skin tone.
We need an ideology shift,
Or we might
Lose our lives tonight.
The assasins bullet
has taken on a life of its own.
They ride wit da chrome;
Strapped wit media outlets;
hollow-pointed subliminal messages
to your dome.
Yeeeeaaaaah.
I got a damn chrome too!
Harriet Tubman’s unborn.
FOOL!!!
I can go on, and on
singing my song:
The sun rises in the East
and sets in the west!
The sun rises when you see
and sets when you rest!
Ommmmmm
DA VICIOUS CYCLE
* Luga is Swahili for “brother.” This piece was composed when my Luga, Haramia, was
gassed for refusing to “collude” to his own murder.
-- Omari Huduma.
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A MAN
I’m a Man,
at least now.
Though in my eyes,
I have yet to reach its height.
I’m a Man nonetheless,
Because I aggressively attack
my ego
like an urban-guerilla
in camouflage fatigues,
hanging upside down from a tree,
waiting on it to make its way
around my corner.
Other times,
I lie in wait in the bushes
For the ambush.
“The change I seek
starts with self.”
So, I’m engaged in a revolution
within.
A relentless,
loyal soldier.
A man.
There’s a coward
hiding from me,
in me,
my scope is looking for—
he’s not gon run no more!
No more wrapping itself in
complacent comforters.
No more
running from its humanity.
An utter coward,
scared to express Love,
his own essence,
the sustenance for creation.
But sometimes
the predator gets preyed upon;
and before I realize it,
I’m taking the coward’s way,
running from the light
into the dark crevices of my mind,
‘til I realize
Hey!
I’m the one with the gun!
But I realize.
And that’s what makes me
A Man.
THIS
is why my captors
can’t get me to follow their “rules.”
I’m a Man.
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RESISTENCE
Chemical-agents and
smoke from trash-fires
sit and stare,
hanging in the air--
a smoggy-spectator;
while my skin does the cheering,
'cause there has to be an audience in my skin
raging
burning
churning
my anger into rage.
"BURST-2!"
--CLING--
my home-made face-mask shielded that swing
A swing they thought
would penetrate deep
through my black-meat;
through my black-beat,
breaking my black-drum.
But drum-Man
my oppressors can't see.
My technology's
beyond their expertise,
like the Pyramids--
centered
in perfect Light,
with righteous sight.
"No weapon formed against me shall" suffice.
I fight with a might,
beyond "sight-beyond-sight."
Ready to explode,
an Ebony nuclear-payload.
FEEL MY LIGHT !!!
...........chshhhhhhhh.
--BRANDED--
by the flames of
CONSCIOUSNESS.
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I CANT
--Omari Huduma
FAÇADE REVEALED
Lynchings continue…
Disguised and revolutionized under a guise
Of justice, but look into Their eyes
And you’ll see
Smiling faces saying “Burn ‘em alive!”
Only now
And “burning” is suffocation,
And the “cross” is made of steel;
Horizontally laid, surrounded by glass
So They can congregate, and still watch
A color’d be killed.
So what do we have?
Millions of dollars
Being drained from You for political gain.
Your money that’s supposed to be used for our appeals
Is being rechanelled to the State Treasury’s veins.*
There is no “I”
lest it’s a Roman numeral—
uni vs.
individualism.
I’ve merged into the
international communal vision;
from the teary eyes of
Tanzanian children
to
the indigenous people of this capitalist nation.
Our resistance is more than
the Death Penalty’s abolition.
For our Third World brethren
will NEVER BE free unless
oppressed Americans
AWAKEN !
Dis-United States is
the impoverisher of Third World nations.
Our obligation:
To attack oppression
wherever it’s drinking.
This imperialist mosquito
has injected
Americans with anesthetic material possessions,
while guzzling
our blood, the lives of our brethren.
WE have to see the connections,
the Middle Passages
our oppressors are still traveling.
If you can’t, or don’t want to see them,
here’s my question:
If this government doesn’t make you a victim,
whether here, or in another nation,
does your silence or in-action make you
a perpetrator of international oppression?
Draw the connections.
WOUNDED (S.O.S)
She has never cried so hard, so utterly, in her life. She cries as if her life depended on it.
In fact, lives do depend on it. Dark, angry clouds haven’t even known raindrops the size
of her tears. O’ the hurt. Her gapping mouth frowns with wails from her agony. I
haven’t realized how my face contorts from the mere sight, the mere sight of…my
wound. I’ve been wounded by the mistreatment of Humanity who sits curled up like an
abused child, precious child, in the corner of our souls, neglected by the US; neglected by
the STATE; neglected by this administration; and what hurts—o’ it hurts—even more,
neglected by my fellow death row prisoners, whose faces turn away from this child
because they feel they don’t deserve her. And when they turned their confused faces
with tears in their eyes, it ripped a hold through my flesh; one so profound, I can peer
through it to my Soul, to that child, the child that cries.
I lay wounded in the ditch of my cage, left to die, this child and me. Passerbyshear
the cries from my wound—their reflection, but they refuse to face themselves, passing US
by. My wound cries for US, which means YOU. The child in me, in US, needs YOU. WE
can heal, but it must be TOGETHER; I can’t do it alone,
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