Guest Blog: Eric Blair and Friends’ Present: Poetry Slam Part Uno
‘Ello…’Ello, beautiful people out there. This week is a good week for you all. I have a few guest features; this week is a poetry slam. I asked a few friends to write a poem. This week’s blog is about free thought, free expression, and free self. Poetry is a writing form in which you can really get to know a person. Honestly, I am tired of talking about myself and my views. For one week, I want to open up the forum/stage to other very talented people. I hope you enjoy. I am also hoping this week’s blog will open the minds of other talented people who might submit piece or two. We could have a poetry slam part two if you like or enjoy. Okay, time for some poetry. Let’s go!
The Black Family Question Mark by Saddiq Spit Shabazz
The streets is filled with walking zombies
Don’t know what time it is they follow the false time piece
Their leaders are followers and they follow behind theem
You know how it is when the blind leads…blindly
See out of three eyes, revive & mind read
this is what they missing out on, its by design see
because we don’t grow up living like a Cosby
we cling to illusions the ruses strike us oddly
and we take the falsehoods, spread em throughout our hoods
the masses are attracted its classic to get em lost good
we floatin out of order like we floating out of water
and they boat is not an order, ores carry you to slaughter
what they taught us? Enough chemicals to make you nauseous
public schools filled with asbestos lead paint and poison water
i look up to the stars like a son looks at his father
walking amun-gst kings re-alize and ya re-ach is farther
queens don’t think they’re royal they’re living in self torture
judging the caliber of companions by what he bought ya
selling your triple darkness for gold that’s already yours but
what you get in return is brainwashing you want more stufff
the his-story books got em thinkin they came before us
like we was just slaves for decades and they ignored us
came to Africa and backed us into a corner
that’s our throne not our home so all that did was annoy us
now we runnin’ chasin’ change chains and a tour bus
so we can imitate daddy warbucks
the black orphan Annies, up & down the pole missing her panties
damn, what happened to the black family?
Revenge by Eric Blair
Do you know the taste of revenge? That salty, bitter, sweet taste in the back of your mind The knowing of relationship defeat Too acute to cry or stop to catch your breath Want to continue on the path of rancor Hearing the echo of chuckling from you in my head Only enrages me to continue up this road of malice Each step brings me closer to you Not to hug or kiss To breakdown, brick by brick. Limb by limb Eye for an eye As I inhale the raging smoke and flames in the air Many nights I try to suppress these callous feelings to the back of my mind The more I can see your prickly smirk Laughing Pointing Degrading my soul Picking me apart Until I am insignificant Brings me back to the same place as I am gritting of my teeth And the deranged point of view I see Once I arrive to my proclaim my vengeance That would be your heart Once I am here, face to face with you I am decease to be Because I am not the man I once was I am just the spiteful and sinister being I fight so hard not to be I am just the walking embodiment of revenge
Just Because by Keri Barnes
Just because she’s a female you can’t tell me that I don’t love her
Just because she’s a female doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t be able to add her to my health care
Just because she’s a female doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t be able to get married
Just because she’s a female doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be able to raise a family together
And just because she is a female doesn’t mean that if she hits me it’s not domestic abuse
The Seductress by Nicole Phoenix You’ve seen me walking through your streets on poison-spiked heels Floating above all the grime, you lust after me with unfettered zeal On display for all to crave, fear, and covet Haven’t had me yet but I know that you’ll love it Hypnotized by my grace and the sway of my hips You’ll do anything to get a taste of my venomous lips I smile so sweetly and pose so demure Drenched in perfume to mask the smell of manure I am the most mystical of mirrors; a reflection of you A bite of my flesh and visions of your life come to view You’re richer and thinner; every dream has been pleased So consumed with the intoxication of your own fantasies You’ve been warned of my prowess and dangerous powers How I’ve taken the greatest of kings and turned them to cowards Your elders have warned you of all my various forms And with a weak mind your life can surely be torn It’s always too late, you men never see The trail of fools that always seem to follow me You may have noticed my amulets that dance and glint in the sun Each is a soul; I’ve taken every single one They beg, they plead, and they even try to barter Each one has promised they’ll try; they’ll work so much harder I’m a ravenous beast; I don’t give only take So before you indulge, what is really at stake? Brick by brick your reality crumbles You walk around dazed, spitting inaudible mumbles You just want one more kiss, one more chance at greatness I’m all you ever think about and you’re running out of patience Maybe a dollar or two, for a fee I agree To give you a couple more minutes; another taste of me The more you keep trying, the more I elude Giving me more and more even your last scraps of food I have made this seduction your ultimate destruction; it’s my life’s work Leaving you quivering in a pool of your lust while you dribble and jerk
Misunderstood by Chris “C. Stylez” Hughes Sometimes it feels like nobody understands me/
Not my momma, not my friends, not my family/
The only one that understands me is god/
And I aint spoke to him in years so I’m surprised I aint die/
As I, swallow my pride and I look to the sky/
And he looks down on me and see a tear in my eye/
He said, me and ya nana got ya back to the end/
And u can weather any storm just put ya back to the wind/
Then I, wiped my eyes and I started to grin/
And I said, I know the way that I b acting is a sin/
But, sometimes it feels like its me against the world/
And the world keep winnin, that’s y I keep sinnin/
I gotta get this paper, stack instead of spendin/
I gotta do this music instead of fuckin round wit woman/
I got niggas hatin on me in my own hood/
All these problems just from bein misunderstood/
