Too many
people already know what they would wear for a funeral, the clothes are picked out for the occasion, they have worn the hiding tears solemn face too many times. Too many more then the joy of a wedding or even too many more then a baby being born, as often as that occurs. So the balance of life and death is tilted like a A's fitted cap worn as a crown on a king, we walk steady, we rawk steady. In the pit of our gut there is a vision of ism's whether the trigger is pulled by a white police officer while a man lie with his hands behind his back, or a man shooting the man in the mirror. Both are just as unjust and trust both kill our community just as much. In a land where we say "whats good" "its all good" "i know whats happening" "shoot me to the store" "i'll hit you later" as often as we say fasho, it a little to crazy, to think we know this is happening and we are not outraged, not inspired to scream, when young innocent live are taken away from their mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers, and friends.
I wrote a song a long time ago that I called "Real' which i spontaneously used the chorus for when performing at protests for Oscar grant with lyrics saying:
Too many people have died
And you wonder why the youth of today
Smoke blunts all day
Times are crazy on the daily
praying that I see the next sun
Rise in this city where cops lie
Innocent die, WHy?
You gotta take 'em away
Seem's like yesterday
we was kick'n it memories
of the deceased got me down
Faced to the ground but
Thats when I heard my sister say
Keep yo head up
So I am hopeing for better days
Scopen for any way
to bring my people to the top
and Stop the violence
Inspired by Siaira Shawn's song Too Many
(one of the many songs I love speaking on the injustice that took Oscar Grant's life and too many others)
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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WREN's Poetry blog
HELLO WORLD i decided to create another blog just for poetry, bear wit me while I set it up, lots and lots of poems coming soon...
Heres a short 1 to start it off...
Heres a short 1 to start it off...
...I told her that I was the lyrics n she the beat, but I lied, im the whole song she's just the listener that turned me off, once was seductive is now repulsive, she tried to trip me up, but i landed on my feet, tried to make my heart cold but my soul has too much heat, tried to make me feel homeless, but all I need to feel at home is this heart beating in my chest, I am the beat, the lyric, the beautiful melody, it was all sent to me, and I AM free ...
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