Thursday, November 3, 2011

Guest poet

It's been awhile since I've posted. That's because I've been so busy trying to promote my book as well as attempting to be signed by a literary agent. Hopefully now within my busy schedule I can get back on track.

I'm proud to present, for the first and hopefully many times over a guest poet. My first guest poet's name is Lynnette Powell but goes by the powerful handle of Latifah. Her work is powerful, heart felt and not for the faint of heart. Keep an open mind and feel her pain.

"Time and time again" (Africans not your friend)
Time and time again
I ask simple questions
trying to be your friend:
But now I've learned;
Your friendship
cannot be earned!
                                          * * *
Why? Why? Must I ask?
Does being your friend
Mean kissing your ass?
                                          * * *
Tell me
what is the act?
Should I ride you
like you ride the white man's back?
I'm so angry and sad
that before I do that:
I'd rather have a fucking heart attack!
And what I'm expressing
is not no bullshit rap!
                                           * * *
It's so damn sad
And such a shame!
When blacks keep playing
the white man's game!
                                           * * *
There's no more being told verbally
what to do!
Because we do everything
On an unconscious cue!
                                           * * *
They can barely talk
barely read!
Yet they have the nerve to act
as if they don't bleed!
                                           * * *
Like they're over here doing us a favor!
It's funny
ignorance won't allow them to understand the flavor!
Like the looks of African Americans
can't be savoured!
                                           * * *
We're the sweetest fruit upon this earth!
Because of our ancestors
we are the cream of American Black Birth!
                                           * * *
Stop forgetting
It's because of us!
That your able to come over here
and ride a bus!
So what's the big fuss?
I guess its that Africans
have no trust in us!
Shit like that
makes me wanna cuss:
Yet I write in my book
that's a must!
                                            * * *
Or I take it to GOD!
Who I know would never rob me
Of who I am
Or where I'm from!
Because GOD is the CRUST!
And never the CRUMB!
                                                   By Latifah