Wednesday, December 09, 2020

Living Poetry...Black Man: Welcome to the Terrordome

 




Black Man: Welcome to the Terrordome



hunted

haunted

by extraneous applications

apparitions of enemies

long gone


past

present

future


He remains

Public Enemy Number One


church going

employment maintaining

law abiding citizen


still gets the benefits of


shot and killed

fitting the description

unlawful accusation and incarceration


as you tell us

the next fad and cliché

that the dream can be attained


but wait


we are doing the correct things

backbones, pillars and lights

in society


still having to be wary of

each traffic stop

entering your home

going for a jog


It was just so much easier for them

when they just saw us


killing and robbing

for chicken sandwiches, trinkets and bobbles

they could openly continue to scream


see there

see what I mean

how they act


in order to administer

open hatred dipped in

orchestrated alleged equalities


their fear no longer remains

it now screams


black men

are no longer the enemy

but the end of their living


the cataclysm they fear

is already here

it is

We



from the chocolatezeus collection 12/9/20 (c)



Poetic Moment: With the Tip of My Chapeau

 



A Tip of my Chapeau



it is ok

I understand the fear

intrepedation

due to your past

stuck in concrete

mental, emotional, spiritual

imprisonment


from chino to kokomo

your demographic is

represented


no worries

you csn keep

maintain the cold

of that heart and soul


no consent violation

to your choice in actions

ability to maintain

your representative


keep on doing that

safety dance

so your defenses can last

be the best of the less

queen of the mess


hats off in respect

salute to strength in

sensitive deflections


amid the yells and screams of

relevance

silence of the lamb style

development


I give this slow clap

as I tip my cap


may your be

all that you have chosen

semi internally




from the chocolatezeus collection 12/9/20 (c)

A Travel Through Life, Living and History

 Back from Htown. The trip was very emotional, filling and edifying. 

It was and still sometimes is rough with the memories of pebbles. Being the house when she was supposed to be there hit hard at times. Was supposed to let her serve as she loved. Good hearted, caring and loving. I am honored to have watched and been a part of her journey. Will definitely have our memories.

Had a chance to spend more time than usual with sunshine. Memorial for pebbles. Black restaurant eating.  Time spent enjoying and being. A time to bond and grow.

Finally had a chance to get up and hang out with the cigar utopia group. Nice spot they were trying out. Met folks, drank, smoked cigars and chilled.

It has been heartbreaking to see and know how much my Ru is going through with pebbles death and the actions of pebble's worthless ass relatives. She was hurt and hurting. All I could do was be as supportive as possible..And the loss she has dealt with from family and friends these months.

i flew back to the qc and had a chance to attend the Leather, Love and Legacy of Black women event on zoom. It was definitely eductional and informative. I took some stuff away from that and learned some history.