Rhymes
I want set fire
To white paper
Make black char into pale pictures of ash
To burn desire
Till the vapor
Like broken scintillations as sunlight crash
Though I dream, yet
Still I hunger
Still I hackled shudder with each crack and scream
For stalking death
Is now stronger
Because I dare to chase that diminishing dream
I am drowning
But never dies
The loquacious water is a liquid flame on me
I am hurting
But never cries
Born to face the maddening misery of minotaur history
I hear babies
Cry in the womb
And I am pushing, pushing my discharge to deliver
New agonies
For old freedom
I am prisoner of proximities and dream and cadaver
Walls can keep me
In conditions
Constricting movements, and defy and violate the will
Walls are paltry
Inhibitions
To the danger I pose, the freedom of the heart soars still
I want to be
A volcano
Changing direlict and dissected landscapes with my demise
Make terror flee
No stiletto
Will pierce as the deep the demon beast
I want poems
To explode here
In the stagnant quagmire of freedom's latent lies
The drying stems
Are children's tear
Crying from the hollow socket, the vulture flies.
I want my rhymes
To drip like blood
And congeal in the throat of vampires, make fire
These are hard times
Mothers in mud
Wring milk out of tears for children to aspire
The great nation
Is in crisis
With black people frazzling at the dilemma's front
No attention
To the stasis
Of the race at the back of prosperity ... what's the stunt?
I want to burn
Like a comet
Changing cankering visions of white citadels
My desires churn
The edge of death
Skin color brings no solidarity, heart is where the struggle dwells.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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