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Open your eyes

Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?

Do you see that child standing there with a smile do you see the mother with the same ? Now who do you think is to blame?

Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?

Now look at the child now at sitting in the corner crying and rocking,
Look at the mother with the new burses on her face while she thinks to her self why me.

Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?

Are you hearing the screams coming from the Childs room ? do you the Childs father standing over him? Do you see how the child is no longer a child?

Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?

Now look at the mother and child again with the same smile. Do you see what you missed? I see what you missed. That scratch on the Childs wrist about 5inches long and the burses the mother tried to cover up with make up . Do you see the black spot on her face?

Open your eyes and what do you see?
Open your ears and what do you hear?

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Raise Your Fist
Drawn to things that he thinks is right but can’t quite understand so he raises his hands in violence and drugs expecting this to change him into a man.

Damn at that sad daddy that lived in the home but would have been better off gone didn’t teach that boy right from wrong.

Now his so called brothers are teaching him the stories of the revolution that is dreamed about but will never happed cuz their still talking about keeping it real with gangster rappin.

Cuz the ones that weren’t born with our flavor are no longer our jail keepers and don’t share our anger and ain’t the ones pointing the fingers or pulling the trigger’s its only the Nigga’s.

The same ones that complain about inequality but divide their selves from the place they descended from ( notice I said they and not our ancestors African Heritage.) Born here in America but don’t vote don’t give their opinion cuz they are to afraid someone’s listening .
Those brothers soon forget the miracle that missed 34th st and hit Virginia when Doug was voted , in our life time.

The same brothers that holla I can’t toward math and science not knowing
Hebrews, Africans and Ethiopians use this method to stimulate their brains.

But they wanna holla revolution

Nigga please your same nigga in the club beating down you own
The same nigga that complains about the white mans poisons but gives
Crack and weed to little Raheem and the boyz In junior high
Just so you can get a piece of that money pie.

Now look out how the death tolls
And drop out rates have risen since you started selling.
Tell me how are you going to lead a revolution without education.

What revolution are you going to lead I’d sure as hell would like to know
So when my army comes out and starts to grow you’d be the 1st to go

As Nikki G. would say we are tired of you and your bullshit niggerish ways.

You destroy our culture day by day with every decision you do and don’t make.
So I beg of you let your guns lay stop killing your own and unit your own and
Others will learn to respect and teach your own.

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Welcome To Richmond

Welcome to Richmond was kids can’t read and some can’t eat where the homeless don’t sleep and the rappest creep…
Welcome to Richmond the safest place to be only if you’re packing your own AKA 47 heat…

Where the school board keeps money from the schools to deny the uneducated fool. Where child molesters and kids with guns are allowed in school. Where the only way Negro find success is leave this town but only to be chased back by the county hounds.

Where vaginal creams are brought by the pounds by kids whose feet barely touches the ground as they sit. Where sex is more common with kids between the ages of 8 and 9.

Where John F. Kennedy High School students were shoot at and the story barely touched based with the 6 o’clock news.

Where schools produce 230 pending graduates and only graduate 108 or less..

Where drugs seems to be the life of luxury where selling something to change your life is a virtue. Where healing begins with bullets and brives where the truly holy hide and the wicked pride.

Where there are no shopping malls for kids to go to.
Where the truly holy hide and the wicked pride.

Where the same police who ignore your cry are for help?
And the same one’s who sell dope to our youth are given awards for Cop of the Year.

Welcome to Richmond where stray dogs aren’t to far away
Where dog attacks happen day to day

Welcome to Richmond, Where construction and Destruction is underway.
But the only construction is happing in the suburban areas
And the only destruction is happening in historically African-American Sites..

Welcome to Richmond where only the rich play and the poor pay
Welcome to Richmond where the dollar counts before the help comes.
Where an ambulance will let a victim sit for hours, when it only takes a few minutes to come.

This poem is not just about Richmond but about all my urban cities near and dear to them. I only speak what I know and write what I think and Ill keep talking until they lay me 6 feet deep or cool down this poisons heat.

Black Beauty

Born from a race of trials and tribulations
And Nations of unrenowned beauty.

Strong and Powerful
The teacher yet the Lover,
Stressed but loved.

Haven’t you heard Black Beauty?
The world’s calling you!

The brother is calling cause he needs your support.

The cousin is missing that mother figure and needs you at their beck and call.

The man and his woman of no color needs your essence and beauty so they can duplicate it, cause we’re like no other.

Black Beauty everyone nothing is greater than thee,
Only he who created you.

Black Beauty everyone one needs you From Africa to Europe to Canada too.

From Whoopi to Hallie
From Oprah to Free
From Aaliyah, TLC, Maya, Maggie and Nikki G.

They all Represent Black Beauty, From the Nubian to the African to the Jamaican to the Hessian to the Ethiopian to the American…

We all represent the kind of beauty god intened.
More graceful then birds
More beautiful then Flowers,
More ADMIRED then God.
Black beauty no one compares to thee…

Black beauty is in you and me..

Infatuation

His eye’s light brown matches his light brown skin tone, lips that are a new paradise.

His tone of voice I love to hear especially when he needs to put it down.
A brother not a Fake Blackman.

He comes from the shadows only seeking one.

Smells like love from one of the beyond.
To good to be true but enough sex appeal to turn your head.

Imagine my tall black brother Love em cuz he’s black need him cuz he’s a man be completely smitten by his charm and amazed at his educated self.

Dangerously infatuated with this brother only to find out he loved another

Days of my loneliness are still ahead.
Like the Shadows of the night I run to the river completely infatuated

I stand 15 above

I took to long to say all the words he’ll never hear

I took one last look and dropped 15 below

Infatuation…



ATTENTION



I wear a pair of my best the ones that fit my hips better than the rest.

I wear my best shirt, not to tight or to big it’s just right.

My hair looks so nice it could start a fight.



Do I have your attention yet?



I move my eyes up and down I move my hips from left to right

My lips glisten. I run my fingers though my hair, while I give you a good stare. Men beware this women has a special flair.



You walk over and smile

“Hello” is what I hope you say, but you don’t.



Why don’t I have your attention yet? This isn’t just a bet or a one night with someone you just met.



You do me one better and embrace my face. I can feel your heart race.

Dancing and romancing



All eye’s please keep them on me



My I have your attention please…..







Timeline of Change



Strong, Powerful, they are often spoken of as being



Their man are the leaders and the women are the highly respected



These are all ancient words that use to be spoken about my people.



The common criminal, 3 out of 5 dead before age 21, are the stories now told.



Their men are the robber’s and dead beat dad’s. The women dance half-naked and are the whores that stand on Broad Street.



Funny how things change. The word black once a powerful word now poisoned by it’s own

(timeline of Change)

CLARIFIED



If I could be described as a hood, it will be all good

24 with no gang war’s out side the doe

Just people screaming for mo of my poetic flow

Now I may lack your professional status in other situations

But THE POETRY CORNER IS MY PERMANENT DUTY STATION

With or without knowledge of any situation

My stuff stay’s real even without a paper deal

Check out the SKILLS FROM DA DIRTY and then ask again if you are worthy

We’ve got U….N…..I…..T…Y with all the right colors, My New York brotha



I rip verse’s like no other and couldn’t be compared to anyone you’ve seen

So while we are sitting in Cally and you mean mugging me I’ll be sitting to the side doing the electric slide..

This is years of making it do what it do so I PETTY THE FOO…..

CUZ IAM THE ORGINAL BLACK HESSIAN DON DARDA



SO YOU BETTA GET THAT DIRT OFF YOUR SHOULDERS



THIS AIN’T BLUES CLUES, YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOOK AT WHO’S WHO TO FIND OUT I AM THE NEW NEWS. Rip it just da dudes due and I still aint gotcha FOOD?

14 years I’ve been polishing these skillz writing TEARS FROM A PEN and REMEMBER WHEN from the LOVE OF THE HUSTLE to FEARS OF THE STREETS to CITY TRENDS and WHO KNOWS WHEN

So I’ll let you have a brief look of what it took and while your busy tryin to polish the style’s and get me shook

The BEST POETIC RHYME TROFY has been took, not but the crook but Fine Mrs. Wit The ass that won’t quit and class to match



After it’s all said and done and the best has won

I’LL STILL LOVE YAH CUZ OPPOSITES ATTRACT AND WITH OUR SASSY AND LAID-BACK STYLE’S WE ARE THE PERFECT MATCH……

But you still can’t battle me when it comes to poetry please……

DON’T KNOW ME?!





The Art of War





The Battle’s



We to understand one another

We fight to compromise

We fight for privacy

We fight to remain open

We fight for the number one spot and all the other places that makes us hot

We fight to control

We fight to set free fears

We fight to let go tears

We fight to WIN



Some I win other’s you do



I fight for you to be done wit your past and all you want to do is have the time you lost back (whether you want to admit it or not)



You fight for emotions that I often find hard to express, other then anger and pointing fingers……



I want your thoughts and you want my heart …….I want endless passion and you want all that I ain’t askin



I want you to see me as is and you want to look behind doors that don’t belong to me and relate when that ain’t me …….I want straight forward you want between the lines….



We haven’t come to a treaty yet so all that is left is WAR!!!!!!!!!!



The War



Now it’s doesn’t really have to come to this since all we want is P.E.A.C.E.



The war starts with me wanting EQUALITY AND UNDERSTANDING ……..And you wanting LOVE AND KNOWLEDGE OF EACH OTHER ……..



So here’s the impossible person fighting another impossible person and the war is set



Now fighting can be bad but for us it’s healthy



I mean it’s not that we can’t live without each other at anytime but why would we even try



Not when our war come’s out to say Equal Love



See what everyone might miss from this is whatever war’s or battle’s we have, it helps us make our art



With words, markers, sculptors and a combination of things it’s art and our War’s creates



Our passion our need for one another, like I said I mean it’s not that we can’t live without each other at anytime

but why would we even try



When we make THE ART OF WAR