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Mensah Olatunji New Member
since 2000-04-04
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Alice Walker & Assata speaks to me in dreamly languages about the path I have chosen. Past soldiers of a war deferred hand me the gun of pens & sheilds of papers & the soul of a black man loving to be a chocolate colored warrior in these last times for the Movement the last Movement The Next Movement. Time traveling through space realms that have me streaming easily to the future, not a consuming download, a simple path that loads my spirit with hope for a life I don't want nor wish to cultivate, but a life on the mic on the road on the notebook on the tour bus with the Amerikka 9... That's life. Horns blaring blazing Coltrane notes & griots on the drums & DJs on the ones & twos I dance an Afrikan beat comprising of Nigerian origins & B-Boy styles on the ground, doing a windmill in reverance of the path that yes Assata & Alice have paved for me in this Wonderland of demoning & scheming. Tupac writing my first book's foreword & Biggie producing the CD in the back cover, I glide on the footsteps before me the bullet shells rain the gun smoke fogs the view the ignorance & determination of people to steer me into a dead end... job, that is. Dance with me dance with me dance with me dance with me dance with me... & be not afraid no fear no doubt, I am not afraid! Fireflies & Fireseekers follow the smell of momma's chocolate from the kitchen of well-wishing & future's tasty recipe for the way to finally run the world. After "The 7th Moonlight", I thought being abstract would be the path I would not go down again. But 1 24 rotation later, I am scaring you... once more. But Like I said be not afraid be not afraid be not afraid be not afraid... and dance the dance of happiness for the plans are coming together. Common & Malcolm sit me on their knees & speak to this baby trying to grow in the garden of ill soil & no sun no fertile environemnt nothing but weeds growing out the ground & tempting me to smoke. Speaking of which, the marijuana from landscapes send me smoke signals to communicate the hunger for a future we damn sure need damn sure want damn sure fight for damn sure damn... Its hard being poetic. Nikki & Sonia take off my sheep's clothing & make me a shepard. Bathe me in oils in self-determination in a bubbly lotion called K.O.S... indeed, Knowledge of Self cleanses me from the muck & mire of editorials that bad-mouth New Afrikans & poets with silly Eurocentric bullsh*t. Damn damn damn Oh Lord, I'm scaring myself with the constant writing of elevation, but I hope I never tumble to my lyrical death. So I come like this. I never knew that love of the self could lead to the love of you. Tinu, the queen of the ?uestion now Afrikan called Mensah, know that my self loves you wants to comfort you wants to want you. The Light of this beauty within the space that sits here & scribes this wants to hit you with lyrics, although all these words are confining & I can't describe you in a infinite tone of voice. So I come like this again. Nina Simone & Thelonius Monk, painters of this portrait the picture of babies running naked through a rainforest without running into bulldozers and an FDA stealing wonder-potions from their habitat. A picture taken with Gordon Parks care in a black & white glare. Dance with me dance with me dance with me dance with me to the Promised land of 40 Acres & a million shares of Universal Soul wealth, the health of my people is fading waning & they need to be defiberlated. When I speak of "my people", unless I make it specific, I am speaking to the new race the X-Men of our Marvel-ous world The Poets. Not just the Urban Lyricists, although they're we're the elite, I am defending leading, yes I a leader at age 18 & that sh*t scares me. Be not afraid be not afraid be not afraid be not afraid... For I Will Be Next To You... Words of my God, I am fortified with holy warfare using ammunition spitting from the same instrument that speaks sweetly to the Empress, I'm no longer new at this written thang the Life thang is still difficult, but I am not afraid. Clyde & Benjamin rock me in grandfathers' arms transcending Life & Death to love their grandson, the reincarination of the 1st named. They carry shovels & push those same bullet shells & lynching nooses out of the way for the computer age represented by me, the first in the family to speak to all types of people all 'round the world with millions of keystrokes. People say "You changing..." I say "The world is changing... and I don't want to be archaic." Poetry waving like an audience praising me & groupies asking me to come their ways but did you forget? I got an Empress. Lets do this lets do this give me hope to change life to change people for the better for the Last Nights... James Brown & DuBois Roy Ayers & Booker T. got me going to Washington demanding speech in front of the Supreme Court & what's up!! I'm hear to demand demand repartitions for the countless poets never heard never paid work stolen like a memory to Alzhemiers, I DEMAND that they be heard I be Heard. Damn it, hear me... listen listen listen, you don't hear me cuz you deaf to knowledge Webster defines that as ignorance & you 9 are guilty. My imagination ceases to roam like a Sprint PCS with no service, I have to take a pen or maybe my weakeness in a green glass bottle & restart the thoughts of this poet me. Yeah, sinning is a bad thing but I said I'm a leader not a God not a righteous mofo not a saviour that savors the taste of public vision & its cameras on me. I just want to be heard... Like Rakim & Fredrick Chuck D. & Louis A. Langston & my lyrical love Zora Neale, like Richard, the Native Son & Richard, that comedian that now rots in a wheelchair waiting for the cloak & dagger to swagger its way to him & take him back to the Father. I want to be heard. Poets. Let's be heard let's be heard let's be heard let's be heard... and taken seriously. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Please check your email! |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
A very interesting piece Mensah ... Definetly written with alot of passion Welcome to Passions ...  "Shoot for the moon.Even if you miss,you'll land among the stars." _Les Brown_ |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Again welcome to Passions! I am moving this post to our Open #6 forum. I will leave this here just incase you haven't read my emails. This topic will be closed here in this forum, but open to replies in the Open #6 forum. [This message has been edited by WhtDove (edited 04-06-2000).] |
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