Black Poetry : it iz hard

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  1. romusthepoet

    romusthepoet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    it iz hard
    by romus simpson


    or a an older brotha
    claims to be a pimp
    denies hiz children
    talks so foul that
    he stinks in memory
    that this poem stinks at this stanza
    smell this smell this ***** whose
    senses have been dulled by
    ejaculating in the cacophony of rape
    urban vietnam incinerating sistuhs
    bitter ******** in hiz belly & bones
    hiz words were shards of heavy glass
    splitting across the concrete
    amplified offending the afternoon
    waiting for tender naked children
    festering like a sore in the city’s wild throat
    he colloquially calls a woman who resembles my mother
    a whore
    that iz hiz way of welcoming the world
    a thousand one eyed hustlers “oh yeah” in chorus
    it gets hard

    like the other day
    a brotha smoking a joint
    turns a corner
    stares me down like he owns me
    moves slow across the world
    like a low hazy sun
    all the small fights
    the translucent insignificant fights
    each thug brotha claiming a cheap rugged inch
    it iz hard it iz hard

    nina simone insists
    we are black & beautiful
    her cabaret piano insists
    we are brothers
    donny hathaway insists
    survivors & valuable
    from the same slavery
    chattel in the same markets
    maligned by the same folklore
    transient in the same gorgeous country

    & amidst the rising evil
    where we meet in the air like turbulence
    & fall & die on the wide plane earth
    like god’s felled by their own monsters
    i have to remind myself
    that kinship is stronger than anger
    these spirits are liars
    recall my psychology notes
    help me dr. karenga now while a part of me
    iz still not yet shrill screaming skin
    say that breath to breath we are here against all odds
    & that some brothas don’t understand anything ever
    but vices & violence
    & what can be beaten into them
    a geography of fresh scars
    it iz hard

    it iz fact
    some brotha comes to take from you
    plans it
    scopes u out
    waiting outside this venue right now
    or in this room
    looking for a ripe poet
    catch u high on words
    peeps game
    watches u be kind
    eyeless soulless animal slouching along dusk
    rearranges u with every smile he fakes
    hello’s & hustles u
    it iz hard
    so hard

    it takes such effort to remain intact
    & carry knowledge
    after college & poems & doe eyed women
    that genocide iz real
    that our addictions have been planned
    & the clockwork disappearances shade each
    day down negro by negro
    & keep us screaming at one another
    becuz our lives are urgent traffic clotted in the city’s veins
    becuz the city wishes to hark and spit us out
    becuz death haz but a single intellect
    it knows & vows we must die
    resolute death redlining our communities
    we must die all of us it says eyes open
    we must die
    becuz the world will not listen to black people who
    are the nameless absences in american lineage
    unless we commit egregious acts
    unless we war with one another publicly
    unless we are naked & rhythmic & addicted
    unless we beautifully explode for america

    then some brotha brings me hiz politics
    he haz found malcolm in an alley
    learned enough “ballet or the bullet” to catch a good sistuh’s eye
    hangs around at the junior college
    sayz i am white becuz i am reading poe
    becuz i want to travel
    becuz i long for the coast
    becuz i have been in love
    becuz he met me singing to the afternoon
    becuz my africa did not lay around me like a
    rancid display of kinte cloth & ivory & bare breasts
    i ask who urinated him into this day?
    mountains of dirt & lard
    it iz hard
    it iz hard
    it iz so ****ing hard



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  2. N2urSoul

    N2urSoul Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    romusthepoet

    BRAVISSIMO ~ speak the words dear poet, speak the words! This is a talented flow, and I clap loud for your words are like candy! I can almost here you verbalizing this poem as it comes to life and jumps right off of the screen!

    *candiedyams*

    Thank you for this truth!!
     
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    smiling and smiling and smiling for the talent i've been blessed to read again ... beautiful work

    thank you for feeding me on this thanksgiving day
     
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    yessss! sir

    well written piece my poetic brutha
    thanks 4 da word of truth.........mo!!:toast:
     
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    I am

    speechless!

    (I rise in standing ovation to this masterpiece!)

    thank you, Poet!

    a
     
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    nice!

    like the verbage.
    keep flowing in that stream of consciousness.
    peace
     
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