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Got a cause? Taken a firm stance on something? Well, so have these poets, and hopefuly their words will not fall on deaf ears. These pieces are meant to inspire, motivate, and in some cases just open eyes up to causes that are often over looked. The great paradox of life is that you find something to die for, and then live for it!
Preach on poets!
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Open Season On Black Men Must End
by Blackvision
Copyright: © 2009
Surprise seldom comes
to a mind desensitized
by how many times
history repeats and rewinds
back to a time when
justice comes to no avail
for befallen black bodies
badly beaten by batons
or riddled with bullets.
Whether social pariahs
or "black messiahs",
the lost remains inconsolable
as befuddled communities
go on feeling scorned
by a system that sees no wrong
behind a tightly wound blindfold.
Tipping scales
against bewailing hearts
with technicalities
and subversive tactics
of character assassinations
turning victims into
venomous creatures,
creating the illusion of how
society's done a service
now that these people are no longer with us -
making a mockery of their existence
as their families bears witness
to the travesty before them.
So shots ring out in disharmony
sounding alarms about the harm
hammered hearts can do
when pushed to the breaking point;
screaming out F.T.P.!!
for everything that it stands for
as a rallying charge
for a riotous response
against self-righteous judges and juries
who's predictable verdicts
maintain status quo and social unrest,
but contempt's held in check
by a police force ready to attack
Endless throngs
of angry fathers and moms
lamenting over sons
who died a thousand deaths
before they could ever breathe
their last breath
by being born ghosts of men
before they ever succumbed
to their last death.
Forever exempt from justice,
just swept up in neglect
leaving a single memory
of another life cut so short
it'd be a shame to forget.
But how can a people
keep fighting on,
when even amongst our own
there's little to no respect
with never-ending questions
that remains unresolved like:
Who shot you?
and
Who's next?
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Recess
by Wordz
Copyright: © 2009
I remember a time when mishaving pupils
who were banned from being apart of recess,
was a good thing for the whole.
Feeling betrayed by my teacher's
tactics, I now ask the wise Owl,
how many licks must blue collars take,
before we get to the center of the bleached books?
Explain this recession system
when the American able mind and body's
population is growing.
Help me buy into the stories
because something's not adding up
we're being short changed
there are no farm famines
no uncontained biological plagues
no shortage on land.
the daughter's of man
have proven they can individually stand
and even lead
so my 360 degree of perception friend,
help me crunch these numbers again.
China told the United States Congress
it was ok for JP Morgan
to add digits to a computer,
so americans can raise our wealth
although the very same screen has no affect on mother nature's health?
I wonder if Japan
would allow us to put numbers on wall street
to save the single mother raising 3 kids on her own.
Great Britain!
Give us the wink
email us some binary codes
and maybe the
Joe John George Powell Palin Barrack Buffets
of our nation, can sign a paper
to ban fresh food from landfills.
did you know restaurants throw out meat
to keep the value of their product up?
Old wide eyed night bird
the groundhog is gone so
forget trying to give Bush a talk
grab your push to talk
and get ready to push to talk
cuz i wish they'd walk
how they write, God
but some of ya'll afraid to give up your I-POD
this is when happened when they let Via-com
in on the revolution.
So these repundant claims
and redundant names
and incumbent waves
mix-up our faith
and we spin into destitution.
how cunning the fox is
when the peacock is
playing to our distraction.
Why I must I turn on the BBC to find out some truths about the USA?
How do the French know more about Washington then reporters in and about...Washington?
Washing tons, spin cycle
they passing out dryers
so we don't make them air out their laundry.
This haunts me but i can't look away
like watching Faces of Death, and seeing that guy lose his leg!
truth,
is that gruesome
everyone wanna be a baller, i just wish they grew some
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5 Star
by Poetic Assasin
Copyright: © 2009
*singing* You aint lovin me… The way it should be..You got PDA’s..You got USB’s… I reach out for you.. With my broken spine..Almost sold my soul…You pay me no mind.
It amazes me how stuck up you’ve become
Well not really, I knew that once you got a few dollars you’d start to
Be different
You know, buy them finer things in life,
Wack ass Verizon storm- I bet you she types your poems for you
Got me twiddling my pages sleeping under some heavy ass German book-
I don’t even know why you took German anyway, who you gunna talk to –
A Volkswagon?!?
It’s been awhile since you’ve talked to me…
I’m hurting inside man…
I need a fix man…
Come on yo
Give me some ink—just a line or two
Write on me!! I made you!!
I still got what it takes
My spirals are Montana tighttt
Straight from South Dakota—yo check it
*singing* nights like this, I got room for 3 poems..
I miss those late night convos
Fluffy pillow talks
You’d turn on the small lamp
Cause the big one hurts my eyes
Oh remember that hot chocolate that got all on my edges lol
I miss when you would throw me on the ground
Cause you know I can handle that shit…
Now I’m just a feet coaster used when your punk ass
Gets out the shower, soaked in soap suds—
I’m tryna air dry as… look at this shit, you got—
Wait, 1-2-3 computers on at the same time
You really tryna get me jealous??
You don’t even hug me anymore
You got I tunes- no walkman
Yo you drunk or something—stop spilling that..
Watch my margins!!
You treat me like a martian now
No green helmet- was once a green giant, yo
Fuck your i-pod too, and anything that has
4 sides that aint me
Notebook!! 5 star General baby!! Notebook!
I’m finna pee on your PC
Yo- wait till I go into my cocoon and come out as
New 9 subject version, and I will be able to make eggs
Vacuum, iron your clothes
And still have space for your wack ass poems
Your Microsoft son-
I thought your word was perfect but it has flaws
And I’m still standing, like Elton
You cant bring that desktop to the John
And I know about that laptop burning your lap when it’s on your lap
I’ll run laps around both of them!
You owe me, before Genuwine, I’ve been genuinely loyal too you
So the least you could do is..
I’m sorry,
I just wanted one last time to shine
Estelle- no accent, been absent for so long
Come on man, give you right arm another purpose
We used to be like… Redman and blunt,
And computers—they catch viruses and shut down… freeze
You know I got the magic to aid you
You know you wanna bring me back on stage
To hear “o shit he brought the brown one!”
Just… write on me.. again..
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lost ones
by Abiona
Copyright: © 2009
little boy,
i will love you
in spite of yourself
wipe away statistics
that run from your nose
i know
there is more to you
than this
contents of a folder
collected scores and
evaluations,
medications for
low expectations
miscalculations,
little
boy.
i want no more
than to brush away the cross hairs
from your shoulder blades,
replace them with wings
to carry you
far from the empty nights
off of sagging porches
and
streets with no names
into worlds where you shall
redefine your own
and return home
to uplift this place.
little girl,
many times i have placed you
between the mirror and myself
i am selfish,
watching your steps,
choreographing
from the side
the backstage master,
i mime movements to you
from shadows
just out of sight
mimic steps
i never seemed to have
remembered myself.
little girl,
your eyes,
in 3 years i have watched them change
the circles, lines, and
the light that illuminated,
slowly dimming
tunnel
closing
your hands
folding
over open mouth
stop speaking
you are losing your voice
closing your lips
as fast as legs open
little girl
many times
i have ran
merry-go-round circles
around your disappearing frame
i am watching you fade
into backgrounds
where we forget ourselves
and all
fall
down
my children,
you will leave
and i will remain
haunted by failures
and every drop of sweat
poured into bottomless cups
that were always half empty
the walls will close
the earth will
swallow you whole
the timid sheep
who lost their flock
far from my shepherding gaze
i will think of you,
your name
will ring out in
frenzied pitch
carried by howling winds
that rattle the windows
of memory
you are the lost ones
who forgot their way
and i,
the mother,
who forgot to find you
a way out.
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Inful-trait
by Sean Battle
Copyright: © 2009
Greetings 007.
I’m assuming you know why you are here
So allow me to brief you what for now
Is for your eyes only.
Children have been left behind
By standardized test
And naïve college graduates
Paying for crash courses
To Teach for America,
Crashing when faces turning red
At lack of resources
Then black and blue from brute force
While breaking up fights
Finally throwing up the white flag.
Boys thinking Adam got punked
When God took part of his rib,
So they even it out with punches to their woman’s waist
Wondering why they can’t sleep on their side
Without pain pulsing shockwaves
Through nervous systems.
Numbed by the same pills filling up mouths
In suicide attempts by women
In baby -filled bellies only,
Their families fabricating licenses
To have the seed killed off at the roots
While their soul mate reveals their double life
As a speed addict; keeping on the move
Without hearing tears seeping out of her womb.
Your mission-
Should you choose to accept it-
Is to live and let die those
Whom have followed this rocky road
With no signs of turning back
Till you’ve developed the ultimate weapon
Against the evil geniuses that created them.
For this Casino Roayle, you will not be the agent
Who has found Quantums of Solace
In the same three piece suit
And charm able to harm
Monogamous genes of many females
But rather the professor
Trying to train your warrior
Into appreciating toys
Given for his mission
That otherwise would be broken.
Thus why you will have a partner
Her codename: Wife.
Though you may be tempted to kill her
Due to spying eyes turned onto you
Appreciation will soon take over,
For she will be the spy who loves you
More than the Octopussies whose tentacles
Grip bank accounts; not one around your heart.
The finished product will be named “Martini”
Cause life will leave him shaken,
But he cannot be stirred by peers
Blinded by the Golden eye,
For he must transfer cartel of good examples
Learned from mother and father
Cause sometimes, teachers towering over seated students
Can stagnate what is to be gained
Within the class room.
This message will self destruct
After the ninth month,
By then you will tell the Dr
“No that Goldfinger is not a deformation
That’s an evolution.”
And by then James, the Bond to your boy or girl
Will begin the process of teaching today
What it should have learned yesterday,
For though many mistakes will be made
Tomorrow Never Dies.
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