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Words That Came To Me After Reading Nikki Giovanni (caution , adult phrases) |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
The struggle to rise takes away the breath, Poverties stinking pit has high greased walls And no known bottom. * Whiskey store neon shows crack-whores as blue, Mid-block they stand, blasters near, wording Tupac; Hawking their wares, and getting their groves on To buy bling for the punks that hold pockets of rock. They wiggle up sexy, selling tickets through windows The trick is turned fast, disease doesn't matter, What they need's in the flare of a match in the night, That makes white glow red... in the bowl of a pipe. * Back alley thugs have busted ten-nine-caps, blue lights Whirl-spin, chalk traces men's outlines, local kids Do not look up, continue play in bombed out vacant lots, Behind the wheels of broken cars, Stepping between mines of shattered glass Where the homeless, and winos come to piss.... I realize that something has to change, but know That no rhetoric, or refrains, will end this foul disgrace.. * Will you ever rise, my sisters, from your captives The ones who stop to "talk", and ones that hide your story, Stopping moments, waiting only time of red in BMW's Shielding glances, all the while fantasizing Paying five to claim you their felator? Who will save you from the street?, the clinics have closed up Who will be your savior, the cops fear walking on this beat Where drugs feed lives.... because there's nothing else to savor. * ...Little brothers of the ghetto Destined to a low-life of-high crime, viewed In the end, at the front of a long line of wailers; Your family and friends all suffering your casket Towards a cemetery peace, forever lasting. Death makes all things mute, you will not hear their sobs Nor touch their tears that fall, because the fear They saw (in nightmare dreams) has come to pass. ...The last sound heard, is the punch that pops the cap, And the screaming whistle of a fast bullet-train Moving quickly through the brain, ear to ear... * The guilty stand in counting houses, in pin striped suits Holding keys to locks of social chains, and shackles; Wizards toothing golden beans, behind a velvet curtain Robbing educations pile to buy more deadly weapons, Then they have the nerve to point faults-finger at you, you Who work the city blocks, selling weed to feed your mama; Or at flagging down the passing Johns, to feed your bodies habit. * * "sometimes...when i wake up...in the morning...and see all the faces ...i just can't....breathe" (Nikki Giovanni) |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
A reality check, unfortunately. Excellent diction, images and metaphors... and... and! Grover. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"Death makes all things mute, you will not hear their sobs Nor touch their tears that fall...." Too true. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Ice -- This is one of the best pieces of writing I have read for ages! This is very significant and thank you for sharing it here! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
a gut wrenching write, a close up look at a stark dark reality sad to say, you could be describing a scene in several cities |
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Rdz9 Member
since 2003-03-16
Posts 142MT, USA |
Brutal honesty is often the best thing for us, eh? Well written. -Rdz One in a sea of millions has the power to change the world... |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Grover Yes, sometimes we have to check in at the reality dinner...There is always an empty table to sit at, and write down what we see and know exists, even if the menu is dismal, our art must serve its reality. icebox Ah yes, so it is that it makes all mute...my favorite lines in the poem...Thank you iliana My what a wonderful compliment, I am flattered, glad you liked the poem.....  Midnightsun The cities location is unimportant..."stark dark reality" is Thank you for reading, sorry about the gut wrench... * Rdz9 I guess poetry is best when it is brutaly honest, on certain subjects anyway, Even romantic poems can be that way. Humanity needs these wake up calls sometimes...Thank you I am glad the phrases here did not offend anyone, I used the ones I know from the culture of the street...Thank you all for reading and commenting _______ice ><> |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big angel hugs) Oh Ford, this is so heartaching but true, dearest friend, it too is hard to breathe in those red light districts and alleys between suburbs and cities, and too often are there spider webs where so many unexpectedly fall in the complex setting there! (sad sigh) God Bless You, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ford, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "You'll find something that's enough to keep you |
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