Good late evening everyone. This is a special edition of the Friday Night Poetry Corner. This is the Weekend Poetry Corner and it is in honor of the last official weekend of Black History Month. Throughout the month I showcased past great poets whose art has stood the length of time. I wanted to showcase poets that people weren’t all to familiar with but I went to the old faithful (Langston Hughes, Lucille Clifton). This last edition is two of my personal favorites: Sonia Sanchez and Saul Williams. Well here we GO!!!!
under a soprano sky
once i lived on pillars in a green house
boarded by lilacs that rocked voices into weeds.
i bled an owl’s blood
shredding the grass until i
rocked in a choir of worms.
obscene with hands, i wooed the world
while yo-yos hummed.
was it an unborn lacquer i peeled?
the woods, tall as waves, sang in mixed
tongues that loosened the scalp
and my bones wrapped in white dust
returned to echo in my thighs.
i hear a pulse wandering somewhere
on vague embankments.
O are my hands breathing? I cannot smell the nerves.
i saw the sun
ripening green stones for fields.
O have my eyes run down? i cannot taste my birth.
now as i move, mouth quivering with silks
my skin runs soft with eyes.
descending into my legs, i follow obscure birds
purchasing orthopedic wings.
the air is late this summer.
i peel the spine and flood
the earth with adolescence.
O who will pump these breasts? I cannot waltz my tongue.
under a soprano sky, a woman sings,
lovely as chandeliers.
(**Warning poem below has adult language along with dope ass lyrics, you have been warned!!)
I stand on the corner of the block slangin’ Amethyst Rocks
Drinkin’ 40’s of mother earth’s private nectar stock dodging cops
Cause 5-0 be the 666
And I need a fix of that purple rain
The type of shit that drives membranes insane
Oh yeah I’m in the fast lane snorting candy yams
That free my body and soul and send me like shazzam
Never question who I am
And I know god personally
In fact he let’s me call him me
Yea I’m serious “B”
Doe gone niggas plotted shit lovely
But the feds is also plotting me
They’re trying to imprison my astrology
Put our stars behind bars
Our stars and stripes
Using blood splattered banners as nationalist kites
But I control the wind, that’s why they call it the hawk
I am Horus, son of Isis, son of Osiris
Worshiped as Jesus resurrected
But you can call me lazzy, lazy
Yea I’m lazy cause I’d rather sit and build
Than work and plow a field
Worshiping a daily yield of cash green crops
STEALING US WAS THE SMARTEST THING THEY EVER DID!
Too bad they don’t teach the truth to their kids
Our influence on them is the reflection they see
When they look into their minstrel mirror and talk about
Their existence is that of a schizophrenic vulture
Yea there’s no repentance
They are bound to live an infinite consecutive executive life sentence
So what are you bound to live nigga
So while you’re out there serving the time
I’ll be in sync with the sun while you run from the moon
Life of the womb reflected by guns
Worshiper of moons, I am the the sun
And WE are public enemy’s number 1
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Thanks again everyone for taking this journey with me and for honoring Black History Month of 2016. Return next week for Friday Night Poetry Corner and until BHM 2017—-
“YOU MUST LEARN!!!”