Black Poetry : Redefining the Algebra of us

asimplepoet

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Somewhere between paradise and diaster
Occupation
Teacher
You are not too proud to beg
But you can't unfry the egg
Nor unspill the milk cup
So it's time to suck it up
Get out the stinking pigsty
And learn to again soar & fly
Never meant to be rock bottom
Time to disengage from Sodom
Shake the filth from your coat
Get their foot off your throat
Unloosen the self-inflicted noose
Time to give life a good goose
Let loose and walk in liberation
For its the season of salvation
Harvesting more than placards
But true freedom with hazard
Unless you content with your seat
At a table designed for our defeat
I need you to get your ish together
your decline is causing us to wither
Your nonchalance set up as my anchor
Nailing my feet to the floor with candor
For your truth is also my cornerstone
I can't break free of your ilk shown
You marginalize our roots to twigs
Cutting the corners from our trig
You can't be what you can't see
Thus I shine the light on variables
Painting verbal canvases of odds
So possiblities can be reimagined
Indefinite integrals of ambition
Glass ceilings cracked from below
Recalibrating success's barometer
Tilting the correlation scales
Into a favorable sample space
Changing the trajectory of my circumference
By increasing the derivative of my abundance
So there will be no extraneous solutions
An infinite domain with a range without limits
divergent series coming to a summation of excellence
An inverse to all tangents that have led you astray
Simply put I'm trying to balance your system of equations
So the mysterious unknowns are completely defined
Leaving the algebra of life laid out just for you
 
asimplepoet - I most enjoyed your poetic algebra. I believe we forget what algebra makes us strong. A tree is anchored to the ground by roots which draw nourishment from the depths of the earth. Typhoon winds will not topple the tree. Torrential rains will not wash it away. Even freezing snow will not crack it and the smallest leaf on the furthest branch at the outermost limb grows secure knowing that it is connected to the deepest of these unseen roots. On the evening before the dawn of mankind’s awakening, Mother Africa was there talking to man and rocking his cradle. At the twilight of civilization’s beginning, Mother Africa held class teaching him about a future to come. She created roots then which have travelled thru time. They connect today with you and me, her sons and daughters, like umbilical cords carrying nurturing history and culture as if from the deepest depths of a mother’s womb to her child. You may not have known this source of strength existed or that you've been connected to it all this time but the blood that flows in your veins today built the pyramids centuries ago. The genes that make you who you are created writing and education when the rest of the world was bathed in ignorance and the voices you hear are but the ancestors anchored within you echoing, even as you sleep, to build the next great tomorrows like were built the last magnificent yesterdays. Keep writing asimplepoet. We need our algebra and the creative poets who will tell us about it. HH
 

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