Consolidating time frames  
With pictures of me writing   
Showering you with mind numbing instances   
Of me infectiously reciting   
The last of a dying breed   
Lord hold me steady   
I’m trying to make it half full   
But the battle I’m slowly regretting  
Dissipating logic overrun by malicious tyrants  
Hoping to explode a little light on what’s already nighting   
Worn out obligations to a generation that is worthless   
Denying any chance of doing right by the birthless   
Blaming trespasses on those who came before   
Building perimeters around what is now yours   
Forgetting that your arrival was not on purpose   
Replacing the truthful stories with a strong lineage of white purses   
Hiroshima couldn’t clean out the thoughts of treason   
Bring back internment camps, gas chambers, and Jim Crow reason   
A fragmented ideal that came from one nation   
Touched a million lives   
Defined a me or you creation   
Insidious thoughts put down on LPs and CDs   
I call it Hip Hop   
We live slow and die free   
Tiny holes in the memory of a child left alone   
Creating the desire to look outside   
Refraining from what is condoned   
Internalizing notions of purity and power   
The end is drawing near   
Don’t let your sanity be devoured   
During the final hour we’ll all have our chance   
To be forgiven for the wrong doings   
Savour the last dance

That’s my word.
Peace.

Poetry