Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Waxing Poetic

Visited Baltimore this past weekend. I visited the Great Black in Wax Museum while I was there and was inspired to write this poem. I didn't know what to expect when I went to the Museum but figured it was some soft-shoe around history that focused on "accomplishments." All I knew before going there was that they had Obama in wax so I prepared myself for the worst. It's still very rough, but, it's probably best kept this way.


Ripped from lives, land and loved ones

Betrayed by own, handed to the man

Shackled minds and bodies

Tortured, raped and dismembered

Remembered languages, religions and customs

Left on distant shores

For the land of the FREE, LIBERTY, JUSTICE

Broken minds, spirits and backs

From sun up to sun down and again

Land of opportunity only cause others lack

Wealth of nations owed to every crack of 9 tails

Picket fences, backyards and 2.5 kids

Built on hundreds of years of hopes and tears


Jim Crowed and left back

Force fed and then crack

Hits the streets with Strawberries, 9s

Now cops on the beat

With firearms aimed and night sticks

Swinging free

Like the strange fruit hanging, limbs loose

Create our own middle passage

Packed in Ghettoes and slums

Gunned down by fellow brothers

For whips, ice and pride

Past lost in the hustle

Ripped from Lands, Lovers

Betrayed by fellow brothers

Land of the FREE, LIBERTY, JUSTICE

Built at the tip of 9 tails

3 comments:

Keysie said...

Well done, sir.


i especially like the way you connected the end to the beginning. An you are wrong, its not hard to read at all. Flows very well.

HumanDynamo said...

It was hard to write

L BO said...

yo what annnnnnne said.
well done sun