Social Commentary: I Know Not Of Revolution

We bleed into each other.

Cold infusions of the Diaspora

Mixed with unyielding affirmations of inequity,

While coveting the placation of resolution

So deeply rooted in the color of our ancestors’ blood.

Convincing ourselves that the one thing that will come to fruition

Is the one thing that the struggle comprised of

So we accept the conundrum,

And live our lives internally

Careful not to disturb the turmoil

That existed before we ever learned of the revolution.

News hits hard when it falls upon deaf ears

So we criticize the mouth piece

And ignore the fact that we are the revolutionists

That tore us apart and set the rules to become lesser:

Principles that dictate who to love but how to hate,

When to fight but how to acquiesce,

And how to change into the same thing to ensure uniqueness.

So no, I know not of revolution

But I will poise my pen to save us,

Make my lexis contagious,

Deem myself a savior:

For I am product, cause and cure.

Paperless Poets

We are…

Paperless poets,

Clichés fighting for the spotlight,

Fragmented sentences defying oratory paradigms,

Torn pages from ancient handwritten manuscripts

That the gods themselves penned in hopes of saving humanity.

We are…

Synonyms of odium,

Undetected misfits of similitude,

Proud allegories of our fathers,

Unheard exclamations of our mothers

Silenced only by the passive voices of their children.

We are…

The unforgiving slur,

Dialectical by default,

The idiomatic demise of reason,

The primordial language of extinction

Enunciated through cracked lips and plagiarized sound. 

New surroundings may breed new understanding, but never will I forget the old beginnings that have bred this standing rhetoric...

Never a love poem has been written.

Never beauty magnified as she.

Never a man will ever plunder,

As she has plundered me.

Never a sun has ever burnished.

Never a sky so blue.

Never my heart will beat in rhythm,

As rhythm was born in you.

Never will never become her fate

Never will tears be spared

Never will mind defeat the matter

That my Africa stands to bare.