Black Poetry : That Man blak

[blakverb]

Been gone a minute
incognito
wore the mask to blend in
soul still blak
still hanging bush posters on the block
to show who the real gangster is
to show the leader of real criminal biz

wiping the blood of dead children off
ghetto street concrete
still shedding trears for those gone
to ensure my spirit is complete
still spitting that prophetic ****
like that man standing on top of
the Statue of Liberty tip

still walking around with my blak fist in the air
cause a brother is thorough and I just don't
care
still squeezing the fat cats jackets until
all the oil wrings out
screaming like T.I.
so "Bring 'em out, Bring 'em Out"
still political as hell when I write
but can break down that Love thing
for moods at midnight

can drop a haiku or free verse when I need
maybe a cinquain or sestina indeed
still grabbing mics when the stage is open
standing tall and representing for all the
strong brothers/no time to be a token

still vandalizing deaf minds with sound
with a boom bap or soul clap when it's time to get down
still giving the hot foot to the new jim crow
and most definitely to the new negros
got 'em jumping around and doing the harlem shake
the truth of words will make a fool shake

Still combining nouns and verbs into a whole
new language / verbal diction decisions have sentences
gang banging / trying to annex paragraphs like the U.S.
is doing Iraq /

still keeping things righteous because I am that
man blak.

(c)2007 blakverb "a quik write"


fam, old and new what's been good. It's been a minute. Always love.

 

[$$RICH$$]

man u hit us up wit some realism.......nice to see ya ink flowin again up in here.

 

[1poetsought]

Welcome back, BLAK

still vandalizing deaf minds with sound
with a boom bap or soul clap when it's time to get down
still giving the hot foot to the new jim crow
and most definitely to the new negros
.

Yes you are brother, still DOPE

 

[Da Street So'ja]

blakverb

man dun WHAT UP WHAT UP MAN

good to see a brotha up in hea

yooooooooooooooooooooo

one love baby

you haven't lost your touch man

this was fire

and it was so much fire it inspired me to write

an appendage to this if you don't mind

dang it sparked a piece out of me man dang

peace and good to see you

 

[watzinaname]

And that, you still are. A talent that speaks in so many ways, so good to read you again poet.