HIGH STREET POET AFFAIRS

FROM THE DEEM WE ROSE BRIGHT

 

I opened my eyes to blink

All I see are clicks from beautiful chicks

 To the other side men with their own bottles

Yelling at me .for the first time

It reminded me of word once told

When I had a crash on someone’s wife

That’s when I was five.

I gathered courage, yes the same courage

I once had when I was being whipped

For failing my math test

Gathered chips of the so called words

Spited the heaviest piece

Part of the perfect piece I kept deep down my deep heart

The piece I once used after four week

With sleepless night to concur she heard heavy heart.

With no heist like a beast raised my voice

Raise it with more heat to never let it down

Raised it to light they with deem feelings

Looked straight in eyes of men sitting to my right

Right staring at me.my heart pumped fast

As fast as when my friend told me he was dumped

Felt coldness the whole body, fear overwhelmed my whole

For the first time I wished on his mic to never again come near

.”You see us on stage but some of us it’s never that dear”

Held a mic to not leave it again with a wish only one in me

None Rather than wishing it could fly away my fear

My hands full of heat drought out a river of sweat

Lost the next line in my head, red to remember

Sitting under a big tree, yes we were tree I dad and ma mom

Chatting and chanting here my dad making mats

The sore motivation to this revolution in me

Saw my self writing square root of sixteen on

My school note book to later be torn by my dad to smoke

Here feeling over the moon that

Am about to be done with this mess

Right a way opened my round mouth

Bound with a spell of memories and said

” we gathered around stepped out feet on the ground”

Full of wisdom Ready to recite my favorite piece of freedom.

The stage became rough laughed at me

As I heard no noise voice I said in me

“is this going to happen twice”

Wanted to lie lye down or fly away

Just to find a way to run away with my shame but still saw no way

Conversations, people’s reactions freeze

Lights turned lighter my body turned light

The roomed squeezed and seemed small

Still clanged on my lines adding a word to a word

Trying to step down to end a stanza

My heart pushed word of a tang my mom never breast fed me 

Falsha selsha the word  welcoming  freedom

To let the colors of the green shalmak wash a way our worries

Queries of slavery and memories of they the heroes who died on war

The mother raped in the eyes of her son

The man whose manhood cut in the eyes of her daughter

 A quarter aged his age after forcefully forced to sleep with his father

 A night mare she never once had testing where she came from

That poor child killed by being pound in a mortar

The pour necks which tasted the sharpness of a panga

Anger hunger that kid sitting on an anthill

Being bitten by eagles

For the first time   felt the true essence of Saint Patrick’s Day

Long at last came to realize that it wasn’t only the Irish day

But my day chanting him who from the deem raised me

Feed me with talent and wisdom wisely

Raised me to always scatter words like roses in them

They teal they who never wished me risen.