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1. we get to be ‘selfish’ to you.

do you
and the rest will come
to you

if not
let it rot

don’t pour life into things that don’t keep you
alive.

2. “we” is the n-th wonder of the world

a circle begins
complete

it can only get deeper
not farther

what are our monumynts

build up self worth
mount effort
put up a fight
raise a consciousness
progress is not distance

for a circle
is born complete
it cannot go farther
lest farther be
into the deep.

re-conceptualize darkness
without which
god could not be
without which
neither you nor me could be conceived
conglomerate color
darkness is the birth
of everything.

and ebonics
is a phonics
meant to coagulate
lost lineage
miraculously
over the waters
in the floods
re-discovering blood

patwa
from wi chat
wi sabi dem a listen
crafted to confuse
and discombobulate
massa, his mrs, and his minions

de codify the lens
born into a mothers hands
born in another land
born into another mans
sins
chained in moral degradation
released into a wilderness
of chances
paid pennies
to repeat
once meaningful dances
made to taste and hate
the bitterness of ones
history, living repertoires of culture
mocked
touched
teased
tempted
bought, sold,
and fucked
for pleasure
it’s authentic
traditional
you in every measure
now repugnant
disgusting
you vomit
at the thought
of your own treasures

still
mount a counter
an assault
it is your destiny
and their fault
don’t let them spin it
neither repent nor relent
we play, to sway
this is no game
no one will win it

whether defense or revenge
explore acrobatic
schematics
of transcendence
keep at it
and dont give in

dont just rebuild self worth
but discover it
within
for a circle
is complete
there is no where you can go
to find what you cant imagine
turn to your neighbor and say
“self meet stranger,
the revolution begins with we”

they build their towers
when will we build ours

not talking brick and mortar
but souls and spirits
c’mon lemme hear it
don’t let them near it
sons
our daughters
mothers fathers

a circle begins
complete
it can only get deeper
not farther

what will be our towers
mountains stretching
to immeasurable depths
we gather, collaborate
conclusively contemplate
actively meditate
we work.

what are our monumynts

build up self worth
mount an effort
put up a fight
raise a consciousness

imagine new realities
realize new imaginaries
progress is not distance

for a circle
begins complete
it cannot go farther
lest farther be
into the deep.

3. at the altar, bound til death.

broken,
we gave up on pure
now we are

happy,
we abandoned natural
now we are

at home,
we embraced imperfect
and now we are

at peace
we find struggle
to be
at least

not a means to an end
but the end of our “means”
the beginning, middle, and end
an acceptance of reality
at least in theory
that broken
is what it is
a problem
less so
more of a condition
we find ourselves
living in
generation after generation
reviving the rebellious spirit of frustration with
none
but us
we live the mysteries of history
in yet told
renditions
out of these conditions
we settle down
only to rest
our restless
urges and pleasure centers
served dutifully
by our hearts heads and limbs
all of them

broken
we must mend
rules stiff
we must bend
minds certain
we must upend
paths
we must trod
possibilities and not trends
all along the way
hands helping
we will lend
don’t need saviors
any more than favors
or prophets
or gods
or kings
or spouses
or rings
not yet,
still broken,
we could use
love and passion
and cautious caress
and pleasure
pleasing
with reckless abandon
connections
and enduring acceptance.

at acceptance
we begin
broken we must mend
above all kings
and lovers
and lords
we could use a friend.

4. chamu chamu, ye tu

chamu chamu ye tu.
4 d NDO n U.
tu eres NDO. je suis NDO.
all a unuh, obibini
obi deh sabi weh mi chat deh na true
dcoloneyes d kraft
4 d NDO n U.

chamu chamu ye-tu.
from unuh dun know,
bes yuh buy book.
o’ di oppressers man deh
gwe catch you in a jook.

di devil fi dead
an di wicked wi rebuke.
dcoloneyes d kraft
4 d NDO n U.

5. we lost so much

We lost so much
energy
when we decided

Our problem wasn’t being treated like “niggers”
but that our problem was “nigga”
was “chillin with me and my niggas”

When we decided our problem wasn’t capitalism
but was saggy pants
When we decided our problem wasn’t police colonialism
but was “manners” and “discipline”
When we decided our problem wasn’t families in poverty
but “family values”
When we decided our problem wasn’t infant mortality
but “abortion” coming from the “White man”
When we decided our problem wasn’t our being silenced
but our speaking happily in ebonics
When we decided our problem wasn’t a definition of success and equality that was passed down to us from our oppressors
but that our lives simply didn’t look like theirs….
When we decided that our problem wasn’t a prison industry
but music that our kids like…
that industry our kids built…
When we decided that our problem wasn’t a society run by a good ole boys club
but the fact that we kick it at the night club (just like everybody else)…
When we decided that our problem wasn’t wage theft,
but the fact that niggas pay rent by flipping jordans.

We lost so much energy,
when we got here, exhaling soul
dripping wet from lunar tides with
a cosmic, other world like stank, funk, stench,
that swag

and we instead inhaled that stale, corny, musty ass
conservatism that says your problems are never your problems…
your problems are always your choices,
you problems are always “you.”

we lost so much energy and spiritually
we poisoned our bodies such that now
we barely remember how to move
think, “act”, like us
much less be.

ndo

Featured Image. “Zulu Shield”. Painting, original.

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