Street culture is not Black culture
Poor choices begets poverty
Young people are not well
A neighborhood is not a trash can
You want change?
I want total restoration
Power is Black calling out Black
Power is pulling your pants up
And exposing your mind instead!
Poetry is spirit trying to get at something
Like staying up way late in the night
Playing tag with sleeplessness
Poetry is passion rushing in and out of itself
Like the hurried music of Baraka and Shange
Alive and soaring through space and back
Poetry is pain not having a meeting place
You can't hold it,
Put it down
Or leave it
Because it's indefinite
And yet, you create it
Poetry is dance coming through
Like Alvin Ailey never died
Just look at how the brothas
Shoot up to the basket!
Poetry is anger raging through your veins
You can't hold it,
Put it down
Or leave it
Because it's much bigger than you
And yet, you control it
Poetry is pleading for resurrection
For love to come in
And this time
Maybe
To stay
Poetry
is spirit
Trying to get at something...
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