we laugh- we cry- we sing: random thoughts of an aging six year old- words by Muhammad Raheem

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

random thoughts of an aging six year old- words by Muhammad Raheem

eat me sun gobble me down to my bones leave me nothing but my shadow
i am six again and I learned my first curse word and i am in love with cartoons and poetry
my birthday is ten months away but i feel seven already
i play on tire swings and spit over my head
i write poetry with finger paint engraved under my nails
and even though I learned to color inside the lines
i miss coloring the moon green
i am six again but only in my mind
there is ink bleeding poetry on your stars
outside your window
i can spell patience now and i practice penmanship
from writing sentences
our astrology matches today and
my moons are your playground

i sent you poetry by spaceships
and comets
and astroids
and aliens with three arms
and martins with no arms
and planets with space junk
but the sun was left empty
and he ate me and pick poetry
out of his teeth with my bones
i am six again and i dream of space
eat me sun tell my mother i won’t be home for dinner

i am six today and i chase you
i’m chasing chase chase cheese chance chasing me
i learned the art of tic tac toe
always play the corners
i have an obsession with fruit snacks
i have an obsession with love
i am love the loving feeling of love moving through me
i am asleep through snack time save me a graham cracker ma
my mother ruined lesbian pornography for me
my father taught me how to hide pornography
i have a new obsession with skateboards and masturbation
my fingers are sticky look at my fingers
they are smaller than goldfish and i killed my goldfish today

i am six again when a quarter meant something
and a dollar meant the world
so I bought the world the size of a marble
that reminded me of a marble i lost yesterday on the slide
so i put the world in my pocket nestled with lint and quarters
and fruit snacks
i am six again and i wet the bed
i wear batman pajamas and my feet stink
my feet stink
i hate taking baths ma
its bath time and i hide under my dinner table

i am in love again
she buys me shaved ice
she knows my favorite color
she is my favorite color
i am six again and i can remember my dreams and
i dream in color
i dream in color

no justice

1. We want freedom. We want power to determine the destiny of our black community.
2. We want full employment for our people
3. We want an end to the robbery by the white man of our black community.
4. We want decent housing, fit for the shelter of human beings.
5. We want education for our people that exposes the true nature of this society. We want education that teaches us our true history and our role in the present day society.
6. We want all black men to be exempt from military service.
7. We want an immediate end to police brutality and murder of black people.
8. We want freedom for all black men held in Federal, State, County and City prisons and jails.
9. We want all black people when brought to trial to be tried in court by a jury of their peer group, or people from the black communities, as defined by the constitution of the United States.
10. We want bread, housing, education, clothing, justice and peace. And as our major political objective, a United Nations-supervised plebiscite to be held throughout the black colony in which ant black colonial subjects will be allowed to participate, for the purpose of determining the will of black people as to their national destiny.

women

she forgets who she is-
she could be so small, like a whisper
eaten away by outwardness
in love with herself but-
it is you she wants to love
she could be any women- and the opposite too
with her hands stroking or maybe strangling-
her intentions are half interred
she could have you thinking silence is what she wants
but no answer is loud enough to know for sure

when you walk she is drifting-when you sleep
she is sinking
but you can never catch her
you remember those types of women
Marie, Sandra, Patricia-they move like shadows
in a candle lit room

hiding behind names like
Devine, Penelope, Talvikki
full of the intention to be loved but-
full of hatred to her crowded bed sheet

with your name painted on the sides
Of space rockets-most men dream of conquering
you
they hate how you melt their resistance in
a timely fashion- it is your night to burn
however you choose-
now do it again.

morrison

Blood boots. Killer storm.
Fool's gold. God in a heaven.
Where is she?
Have you seen her?
Has anyone seen this girl?
snap shot (projected)
She's my sister.
Ladies & gentlemen:
please attend carefully to these words & events
It's your last chance, our last hope.
In this womb or tomb, we're free of the swarming streets.
The black fever which rages is safely out those doors
My friends & I come from
Far Arden w/ dances, &
new music
Everywhere followers accrue
to our procession.
Tales of Kings, gods, warriors
and lovers dangled like
jewels for your careless pleasure

stealing us

I stand on the corner of the block slinging amethyst rocks,
drinking 40s of mother earth's private nectar stock,
dodging cops, cuz' 50 be the 666

and I need a fix of that purple rain:
the type of shit that drives membranes insane.
Oh yeah, I'm in the fast lane snorting candy yams
that free my body and soul and send me like Shazaam,
never question who I am. God knows,

and I know God personally,
infact he lets me call him "me",
I be one with rain and stars and things
with dancing feet and watermelon rings,
I brings the sunshine and the moon,
and the wind blows my tune.

we laugh- we cry- we sing

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

random thoughts of an aging six year old- words by Muhammad Raheem

Muhammad Raheem

Ayala Solis-Reaño

Evea Apple

no justice

the brakes

women

morrison

stealing us

praises

inspiration

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