His struggle is our struggle
   An uphill battle,
   Against the odds,
   (Lost cause?)
   Will there be any mountaintop?
   His courage and brass,
   To bite the irony,
   The arrogance to fight
   Knowing that a lost is (still) a win!
   But the fight will continue
   In his name!
   We do not own one life
   Nor is it ours to have.
   It is the privilege to get a life
   We are only given-
   If it is a fight that we get
   Then fight we must!
   We only have the will-
   Peace.
   (From the will in William)
   In memory of, and inspired by the lives, of William Tiny Jones, William Oba Perry, and William Bill Sykes
   JUNKIES
   Thoroughbreds tremble
   As they anxiously
   Await
   To be mounted
   By their monkeys
   THE BIG O
   If Oprah gave me a dollar
   Then, I would holler'
   'Cause money do not talk
   Money yells! (Like my father would say!)
   If the whole world changed
   To hear her name
   I'd call her my saint.
   But I am not, 'cause I can not.
   I love rich people to death
   But it don't help myself
   To hear what they say
   'Cause there is a price to pay
   Is how rich got that way!
   I believe that it is great
   For you to have that fate
   (And I love your feats)
   I know that I may cry
   If you should ever go away
   You pushed and pulled your way to the top!
   Now, you pulling and pushing
   About everybody!
   Just try not to break
   The skin-
   That line is thin-
   I can only improve me
   Money is nice to see!
   MARTIN - (Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)
   It is as though he walked in his sleep.
   Through the streets of Birmingham
   Marched on Washington
   And all about,
   -A sleep walker.
   Dreaming
   He had a dream-
   He shouted!
   As if he saw the eyes of God
   On that Mountaintop there,
   "I may not get there with you...,
   Longevity, (God explained to Martin),
   Would be good... [Of course, you could do more]
   (Tell them that)...Little black boy and little black girl,
   And little white boy and little white girl,
   You see, will be walking, together,
   Hand and hand..." (King, M.L. 1968)
   Martin, who, was a man of God,
   No more, no less, is all.
   It was no mystery-
   He was called to preach, to serve.
   For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."(Matthew 11:30)
   So that he took on the Mountain and he has reached the Top.
   We will remember that he walked in
   A dream,
   Through-out this nation,
   That one day,
   We will awake!
   A promise made is the promise kept.
   -Its the Promised Land!
   RAP MUSIC
   Will you take the rap music?
   Will you take the rap?
   Will you take the rap music?
   Can we rap about it?
   The rap is the worst I saw,
   They defile and disrespect
   Everything,
   That I rapped about.
   They sold me out!
   Will I take that rap?
   It came from my adolescents
   Who like me had protested those before?
   Pops! You are too slow-
   You will feel the cold.
   Can't play any more!
   The beat goes on forever!
   Let us rap!
   Because they never will
   In that tree of life
   They take another bite
   'Hell what difference will it make?
   When ours words,
   Good' means bad.
   Well they rap that bad means bad!
   You say that you will never rap
   Or talk about it.
   Is his mother not your wife?
   Are you not the produce of a woman?
   Will you take that rap?
   How far do you go back?
   In the tree of real life,
   Have you really fought the fight?
   I dont think I can wait for it
   To get right!
   I rather be right now
   I rather be happy,
   I am!
   Never questioning myself
   (Intellectualizing)!
   'Less I burn in hell!
   The rap music
   The paraphrased- paradise!
   - A video flavor -
   Most are still too confused
   Of the muse!
   About who is who and what it is
   What is real and what is fantasy
   And what is not.
   'Less we burn in it
   To feel the raft-
   So, take another bite.
   What difference does it make?
   Let's rap (about) music,
   And stop talking ('bout your but)
   About youre wearing the mask! (P. L. Dunbar, poet)
   I DONT KNOW NO BLACK PEOPLE
   I do not know black people
   I being black, I just know people.
   I know some white people
   Because I am not white people myself.
   I was on the subway today standing
   The train came into the station and a person gets up in front of me.
   So there was a seat in front of me that I could have taken
   But feeling conscientious, at that moment,
   I then looked out on the platform to see who was coming onto the train.
   It was a kind of elderly lady with a group of kids getting on.
   So, I moved away from the seat to let her,
   Who came on the train looking to, have that seat.
   Man, I said to myself I could have sat down
   And I would have been very embarrassed-
   And you know,
   May not have gotten up  yeah!
   But I saw these people would need a seat or two.
   These people were so-called black people
   But I did not see any black people
   I only saw a kind of elderly lady with a group of children.
   (Ill just say, because it is too late!)
   If I had seen them as some black people maybe I would not have cared,
   Or would have to force me to remember that they are people too!
   You know, she had a West Indian accent.
   TO BLACK WOMEN
   I find it very hard to stomach
   Today  who I see!
   It was my sister before
   But now I dont know.
   You remember me
   How much I loved you so!
   Not just in my heart
   But as my equal
   But now I am lost- by myself
   Because my equal has no sugar
   You grew up and blew up,
   You are too phat!
   Your beautiful Afro went like another fad
   Your butt got phat like another wig
   (Excuse me if I never make another rhyme,
   It may not be the time.)
   You laid, you played, and you stayed
   But I had to go away.
   So that I can still fight another day
   Or should I say, so that I may
   Love again.
   But I cannot love who I see
   You are not any part of me
 
					     					 			   And I do not want you to be
   You never cared for baby boy
   You just wanted to be the man,
   Remember the cost to be the boss!
   But we who see understand
   And were not fooled
   Nor are we gay,
   It has not been that long
   Since Marian sang her song
   That we black men know where we belong
   Yes! Master or should I call you missy
   You arent anything with out me
   Dont you see, that today we are nothing
   Not that I want to cling-
   But we did not write that song I sing.
   And we have not written our story together
   Still! We are nothing! Dont you see!
   If our mothers dont care for us
   Then why the hell should I care for us
   If you really want to be the man,
   Then be the woman!
   (Silence Is Golden!)
   Let me explain a little more:
   Fourscore and then some more
   Our forefather, not foremother, started this country,
   Based: on the liberty for all, except me- the black man.
   -A women was without herself-
   Your fight was not, I was you -
   You were not hated to walk this earth,
   I was! You did not begin to hurt
   You were ignorant to pain.
   You are yourself today from here to Africa
   Have you yet felt the pain?
   Do you feel me walking on you back?
   Like a woman in fear can you cry out yet, my woman?
   I do still cry tears, on your behalf.
   The woman has not cried out in pain!
   I dont stand, but I am.
   We are!
   If you were my half sister
   You still would be my woman
   Black woman, you see
   It is not love, but it is (love)
   It is not a fight, but there still is (a fight!)
   We will not be played!
   Until the Sun calls you white
   And until it calls me blue
   We are called together.
   STREET CHANGE
   In the year 20--,
   As President,
   As leader of America,
   And as God to the free world,
   My first decree
   Today, I give everyone
   In this land permission
   To use the sacred N word
   You can call me a nigger.
   [As only President Pryor before me would have had it]
   I give the people, all people
   Black, white, red, brown and yellow in America,
   Permission to use the word (nigger) again
   It is a word that we will have to learn to embrace
   Yes, even we Afro-Americans, Coloreds and Negroes
   Must remember the word, nigger.
   The sacred N word can solve all racial ailments
   There are in our nation today.
   Because it has a magic of its own,
   We had to take it away years ago [not ready],
   But today, we need it.
   The N word has our history in it.
   Yes it has meaning, a powerful meaning
   We have not been able to understand [not ready].
   So today we will embrace it.
   We will not be scared of the N word any longer
   All men, all women and all children must learn to know it
   No longer can we hide from it by not saying it
   Calling it the N word, no longer can we hide behind it.
   By saying it too often and anywhere in any sentence
   So that it will not be heard.
   (An empty wagon makes the most noise!)
   We cannot continue to make love to the word, either!
   A word that we do not love!
   (And I dont think it love us, either!)
   And I cannot laugh at that word, again!
   Boycott the nigger jokes!
   Until we understand the history of the N word
   Americas history!
   That is the history of slavery, here in America.
   Then and only then, will The FCC, the FBI, the NAACP,
   The Congress, the Senate, the Supreme Court, the Police Department
   And the Boards of Education STOP hiding behind it,
   Or will they stop going to bed with it.
   Wall Street made is lifes blood from calling it by the N word
   We have to end it somewhere.
   Yes!
   As Your president call me a nigger!
   And with your last breath find out
   What it means to American History the word, Nigger.
   By the way, my second decree to help us out with my first
   And with the transformation,
   I am changing the name of the famous NYC Street
   From Wall Street to Nigger Street!
   BLACAUSION
   Trapped in a temple
   -The embodiment-
   The product of racism
   Hate wrapped in bundles
   We cannot live without it
   Can we live with it?
   What we are!
   Its the shame
   Its the names
   All the same
   Playing the game!
   We are still the sons and daughters
   Of a great people
   We are survivors
   Still my tapped blood flows
   Against the tide, flowing upstream
   Still hated for who I am
   Still the hate from inside me
   Because I am the sons and daughters
   Of slave masters
   I am asked a silly question,
   About where do I come from?
   I have to ask myself
   Where am I going to?
   -Who is your daddy?-
   I just am!
   I am still here!
   Born like a cripple with limbs
   That did not work
   Like the blind without sight
   Like the deaf,
   I am like those who are crippled
   By the hate, the fear, and ignorance
   I still survived
   I survive even as the butt of a joke!
   We survive even as we did boar the yoke.
   People cannot deny people
   Gave rights we all have.
   They must joke and lie
   As their reasons why that they give.
   We continued to live
   We continued to walk
   We understood and we comprehended
   That those who have taken away
   Gave it to themselves
   Then, they tell us that
   They are much better than us
   Because they have our rights in their hands
   While they seem to have so much more!
   It is a simple magic trick,
   Not done with mirrors,
   But administered by a whip!
   (Whos tripping?)
   You are not the master of me!
   I am not that freak of nature.
   I was stolen from my land.
   Tell the truth half-brother and half-sister
   We are in the same family, the same world
   There is only one way left to go up
   Not on my back!
   Chapter 2 -
   THE ROOM WITHOUT A WALL
   MY GIFT
   A father, who loves me
   Puts a pen in my hand
   Gives me his words and makes them mine.
   It is all the beauty there is
   The love of a child
   He asked nothing of me
   Because he gave it to me
   As only love can (give)
   And that is what I am
   Given what I have.
   I am not better for my gift
   Or because of it than you
   Who reads or sings or thinks about this po 
					     					 			em
   Love asked not!
   My gift is only shared,
   If you do- (read it)
   ROOM WITHOUT A WALL
   What is a room without a wall?
   I guess nothing at all
   If I saw a sight like this
   I would run to an analyst
   But wait don't be hasty
   A story as this one
   He would think I am crazy.
   But wait.
   I did not see it at all!
   Because who sees a room without a wall.
   LUST
   Devil may care!
   My soul burns for you
   But I do not know why?
   I just hunger for food
   If I do not eat then I forget
   I am hungry.
   Until I eat again
   And I remember how I was very hungry.
   Can I suppress?
   Lust!
   My burning desires
   And I cant just go hungry?
   Quenching it behind
   Those locked doors!
   MY MISFORTUNE
   Never was I to be rich
   Because rich I am not.
   I can not count how many
   Diamonds it takes?
   To change a light bulb-
   I do not want you to call
   My name
   There is only one voice
   I listen to  one at a time.
   I do not need a pat on the back
   Unless you give me one
   True happiness is to know
   That I do not have to find it,
   Anymore!
   God is Love, so I should not
   Want.
   My peace is that I am just
   Like you!
   LAND
   Newton proved that gravity
   Keeps us on the land
   In which we stand.
   Land is a fact-
   Like skin color
   And it is as important.
   (Like skin color)
   You can take the fellow
   Out of the country;
   But you cannot
   Take country away from the fellow.
   (Poor sap!)
   So if you land on your feet,
   You will see it is not
   The land which you should praise,
   But the feet on which
   You stand.
   INTELLIGENCE
   Intelligence is the knowledge
   That there is more in-which to tell,
   The story is not complete.
   Sometimes I wish
   The damn story is over,
   Or no one says a thing more.
   Wisdom is when I can
   See that end.
   But, I do not have to be the person who ends the story
   Period!
   When finally we understand ourselves