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Best Poems Written by Taalib Brown

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Renovation

I.
Not a pseudo thug turned rapper, 
Or a pseudo rapper turned poet
Nor a pseudo intellectual turned advocate. 
Simply a front-running, pack moving, sacrificial mind-molder:
A father with good intentions.

II.
A forgotten piece on a forgotten puzzle,
An onslaught aiming at injustice,
And yet the last of a dying breed.
Mere canvas color,
Combined to make portraits come alive.
I coalesce the abstract painted as truth.

III.
Hope’s emissions seeping through misty window panes
The calluses on homeless feet,
The brunt of Adam’s burdens, the scapegoat for millions.
I am truth evoked through judicial eyes:
“Your sentences will run concurrently!”

IV.
My plight is not one cared for.
As jaundiced as newborn eyes,
I am the renovation!

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Sub-Way

'C'
Making all stops in between
We ride local trains for local scenes
A variety of things.
‘C’ stands for cool, collective, control
a slow train to ease the pace of a new york race
for some it gives time
for others, it takes time away.

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Perceptions

Perceptions By Taalib Brown


My New York lens is covered in grime
A filth large enough to receive a fine and pass the city dumping line.
Pedestrians are rushing and racing to their cubby holes.
Trees leak a yellow-greenish sap the way sewers leak when overflowed.
Dogs barking boldly and their masters will not admonish.

These people look like untimely rainbows;
Colors brighten and diminish the urban shine.
Concrete worry-filled both cold and hot—
It makes an interesting combination.
Musky, stale air fills this subway station 
stacked with the second class,
Sprinkled with the first.

These windows shift from clean to dirty to water-stained
Whether in high altitude or on an underground train,
My windows are covered in stains.
They fog up like hot breath hit them and then remained.

Through my windows I see the hustle,
Fast cash changes hands,
Poor people where slave muzzles,
and color is more of a cover.

Pick up the man holes and let out the men.
Their homes are built from sticks—
Not bricks.
I feel like I’m a giant looking down from where I sit.

Too bad this view won’t last,
New York changes with every minute passed.

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Train Love

Swaying, 
Rocking, 
Like water against a boat
Her unfamiliar fragrance snatches sense with every whiff.
Tall and exquisite.

I sat watching 
Her slender frame stately set
against traveling commonalities
Who, in comparison,
were a mere eyesore
 than equivalent.

Had I been an artisan, 
Canvases would walk and speak

Up, she looked
 Our eyes entwined—
An instant connection,
Train Love.

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Pride Price

A father’s pride is outlined
By the magnitude of his child’s success,
More or less,
his own.
A father’s pride is marginalized
When the child’s demise is met first.
A father’s pride hides swollen eyes—
They comprise his weakness
“A man stands strong on planted feet. He shows no signs of weakness.”
Here lies the source of a father’s weakness.