Black Poetry : Ghetto Heaven

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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Jan 15, 2003
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    Brooklyn N. Y.

    The darken hell that sat before my feet,
    body parts that linkers as the devoured
    mind, becomes the cannibals of war,
    yellow heroin to end the pain, death
    sentence as the guns go off, sleeping
    in the grave yard which man call freedom,
    who gives a dam about the war that lives within?
    to live are to dye, to live within a hell;
    only man could understand, as the bodies lie,
    upon my trust, children liquidated as animals;
    in the oh say can you see, waking up
    as the bullets fly upon their head, why are we here?
    in a strange land? Who is this?
    a man who must die to continue to live;
    on land that God has given without a price tag.

    Screams from the grave I have killed my brother
    I walk the cold streets, hands in my
    pockets, hunger that
    Eats at my bones, no warmth to
    ease the cold nest of the night,
    People walking back and forth,
    tears upon my cheeks,
    Laughter that feels the air, a world that
    Lives within its own space.
    Card board boxes that I seek,
    Back doors that empty food
    Within the street, I hunt like a
    dog who seeks for food.

    A man with a thousand voices, like
    the cover of a book, the content
    changes the world. Freedom of
    expressions quoted by dreams.
    A mind that refuses to be converted
    shall not be silence to hope.
    The death of my brother blood on the back staircase,
    With blood running from his mouth.
    The source of the battle ground of a darken soul,
    Who refused to link, hoping of a better
    understanding when he returns? You
    have killed my body, but my spirit shall return.
    Siren lights criminals on patrol, wrapped up
    like a peace of meat, waiting to be stuffed and burned.
    Asiatic Black man elements of the earth.
    Thou have killed my brother.

    The sins of the parents which is passed on
    Unforgivable actions, genocide by the
    devils children who pass on instant death.
    The child lynched by a bureaucracy that
    man throw stones, the sins of the parents
    that have fell upon the children of Gods giving grace.
    The devil bares arms against the zombies
    who sleep their selves to death.

    Captivity brings captivity; there is no
    place to hide, upon the closed doors
    of disgrace. Babies who are snatch
    upon the cradle, as the blind continues
    to feed arms; with toxins to kill the unborn;
    before they reach the light of the earth.
    Suicide upon the blood; their parents,
    who make love within the garbage
    disposals of the taunted wound.

    I pledge allegiance to which it
    stands, I the murder of my brother,
    Under the blood of justice man
    who turns his back on Gods law.
    I shall repeat the horrors each
    time I close my eyes, the death that smells
    Upon my trust, memories of the
    blood that stood before my gun.
    Jesus Malcolm, Martin, Medgar, Huey,
    They never got their respect until
    they were dead. Toxin black pride
    Give me my flowers while I am alive.

    Brothers in sister stand together upon the night,
    hooded faces and families that link together
    under the name of the blood, historical
    images draped in designers smock,
    singing the song of the hood, we shall
    over come, ghetto heaven upon my turf,
    the history will not be re runner when they
    hanged my brother to the cross,
    bonded history chains of thunder,
    deception of my brother Jesus who
    they hanged upon the cross. Ghetto
    spirituality they all came in black face.

    I shall never turn my back on my brother;
    only those who hide behind the crosses,
    Oh what a bitter taste that man pledge
    upon the cross, I wear the armor of
    the just, hate me be me, a hero is
    nothing but a sandwich, when
    deception plays its coarse.
    Brothers who sat at the table
    deceiving the savior, this story no longer will be told,
    Under standing the history of deception
    I stand with my brothers one by one,
    The laws of the ghetto and eye for and
    eye a tooth for a tooth, my brothers who
    stand in the sanctuary of know double cross.

    The ritual of death the blood shall lye upon mans hand.
    The warriors of death shall meet the
    almighty God which his tongue shall confess.
    The army of death for there shall be
    no partisans of the holocaust that
    have sanction life In the name of
    freedom for all. I sit upon the rock
    as the world pleas its cause.

    The man that walks with armored Gun.
    So who is man who speaks for thy almighty God?
    who have broken all Gods laws?
    The hell and the fury which he
    stands before the man man laws.
    I walk upon this land a gift from
    God, birth through a tomb of an
    un righteous whore, when holy
    came through love, I am angered
    of the taunted womb that brought me cross.

    God gave in love, and the devil tricked
    my mama abomination to my cause.
    I don’t live the laws of the earth,
    I live by the codes of God, call me
    ghetto heaven, I fight my brothers
    cause, many may not understand
    the history of my Klan, but the
    savior who gave trust was tricked
    by a black face in the name of love,
    they hanged him to the cross,

    I live with the armor of those who
    fought my cause, I shall not turn
    the cheek to the destruction of
    my name call black man.

    copywrite2004 Noumi Collectives
    Author reserve all rights to collectives
  2. 1poetsought

    1poetsought Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Jan 14, 2003
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    The Lone-Star State
    Love your work.

    See you in Ghetto Heaven. :angel1:
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    this was very nice love the art of the mind u bring sis....
    Ghetto Heaven can't wait .

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    peace and blessings thank you
  5. Poetrymama

    Poetrymama Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Jul 16, 2004
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    I read this last night but was so tired I didn't reply.
    This poem is so real and beautiful. Style and class you have. :terrific: :great: :bellydance: :dance:

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    blessings my sister in spirit your encouragement makes me work harder, and as your self you are top shelf.