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Jasmyn 'Ladi J' Aug 2013
"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
I said Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live..."
We can't seem be be reincarnated into a better psychological realm where we understand freedom
Where we know who we are and we aren't afraid to be it
We are kings and queens
Rulers over lands but tha man took that away and recycled it as his own
Leaving us buried alone in confusion
Making many illusions of forgetting who we used to be
See it's no mystery we are all the same
But jus given different names
Beating to the same drum but departed by color of our skin
We just can't win
It's a sin and shame that we blame our state on them
We were freed but
"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
I said Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live..."
My soul weeps immensely for my brothas and sistahs and my future brothas and sistahs
Cuz our journey is being lost in history's pages
And it amazes me how my 9 year old niece don't know about the struggle
Holding on to this as tight as a muzzle
No pieces to the puzzle put together
We endured nights and nights of stormy weather in these seas
So like frank ocean said lets pour out some champagne and lay this psychological bind to bed
It's insane how we claim to be free but we still seem to not learn the lesson of living
Being free of blaming everyone but ourselves
Free of the memories that haunt even our subconscious mind
Come on y'all
"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
I said we gotta learn not to survive but live"
Jasmyn 'Ladi J' Jun 2013
I am angry
Anger is the root of not getting what you want and I really want my people to progress but there just seems to be so much distress that is plaguing my people
I am angry
Angry because education isn't valued
I mean we used to fight to try to read and write but now I see kids that can't even read or just don't want to
My great grandfather traveled four states with a family to find a decent education when we were even allowed to be educated
Where has that audacity gone
My grandfather was a principle
My daddy went to a segregated school and has his phd cuz he values education
I am angry
Angry when I see my beautiful black sistahs not valuing themselves because they think they aren't valuable cuz there daddy isn't there
But that's called an excuse to live a life that is bound by low self-esteem
I am angry
Angry when I see my brothas on these corners knowing they are smart enough to do something better
Mystical weather conjuring to be a constipation storm cuz everything is backed up
We can push through for a release
So I am angry
Angry that my people aren't seeing that something jus ain't right
We aren't owed anything
We do have something to bring to the table
But we are so angry about all the oppression
And once we got free we took to for granted
So I am angry...what are u?!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOTHER!!!!!!!!!  
always a place in my heart......
roses and mental thoughts
love and care..
Be Blessed always..
we got this....!
to my sistahs..
united we shall stand....
@inside the fences....
s.h.e_Is Eternal..
happy birthday wishes
The following binary raw bits
hither and yon to and fro flits
across eyes of unknown reader
handsomely buzzfeeding
dining viz fancy feast
donning while trumpeting
microscopic mitts.

Though yours truly
a zany, wimpy, tiny, and puny
(smaller than a breadbox)
modest nonestablishmentarian Ogre,
whereat my portable minuscule
fingerhut size adobe abode
exposed to Strunk and White raw
grammatical elements of style,
I counted Flip (Wilsonian) view,
to camouflage myself anytime
and anywhere as significant advantage.

The obvious downside
(i.e. severe limitations to pull off
major coup) forced me to axe
paunches pilot while taking a chopper
if I van nah miniaturize daring deed
(done dirt cheap) reconfigured,
retouched, recorded by Das scribe
named Magnum Opus.

Indeed, this chance to go long (equivalent
of Olympic gold) foretold godaddy peering
into granule size barren crystal ball.

Preliminary steps undertaken
to pull off impossible mission;
mo' difficult than a blind man
taking eighty steps to Jonah
infiltrating 70+ shades of gray area
prime Donald Trump real estate.

A priority prevailed to act on
the QT (q-tip) lest cover get blown,
and suspicious communique encrypted
to hire globe trotting henchmen.

Urgency spurred daring deed,
cuz targeted subject in question
majority population counted
as debouched, delirious, and
demonstrably dangerous
demagogue, in short a "FAKE"
forty fifth president!

Security details
(like stray cats on the prowl),
could sniff out ploy to re
program depraved, deranged,
and detached supposed Master
at helm, you Jesse and wait.

His audacity, effrontery,
and isolationist iffy
Oscar the grouch ideology
placed him squarely as half baked
cookie monstrosity against
former United States Commander in Chief.

First order of business necessitated
tranquilizing this doughty, haughty
enemy of the Lumpenproletariat!

Renown chemist friends of mine
(actually Civil War tin
effervescent bubble buddies)
alias Diet Coke and/or Diet Pepsi
secured an ampule Taj Mahal
~ circa 1631 vintage.

One ampule viz pill
could knock out a giant –
sans, Jack and the beanstalk fame.

No ifs, and or bots, the secret
got pulled off without spilling
figurative (jelly) beans.

Once inside auditory labyrinth,
I immediately noticed striking
deus ex machina ***** rioting
resemblance to microscopic cave.

Now follows non sequitur
with rhyme nor reason.

A thick baad a$$ sieve sludge
(vaguely resembling cerumen in consistency)
re: gooey pseudo pulpy secreted material
suctioned courtesy resultant ****** mess
in a near futile attempt
to separate Siamese sistahs
said substance issuing forth
after surgeons meticulous incisions
qualify as unsung heroes
as does illogical senseless segue way
into riff about
Def Leppard amputee drummer
Rick Allen brutally attacked
by human rabid beastie boy
posed an initial dilemma,
which audioslave solution
entailed collaboration to build
a toothpick fence.

Pensiveness unexpectedly found
unwitting subject trying
to comprehend gibberish
attempting to pass muster
as supreme poetic literature
said unsuspecting reader
reflexively scratching, poking,
and jabbing inadvertently
gesticulating at mine doppelganger
finding him listening
for subsequent instructions
from ground zero.
djhouston Apr 2020
some say they are
only for colored girls
who are
some shade of black
for the wooly-haired gals
who know how to dance
and sing blues
or for those hair-dooed
down sistahs with gold
up the wah-zoo

but these poems
cross over
lines turn from black
to rainbow
each color part
of the whole white band

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