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‘Take Action’: 2 Poems by the Lion

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Here I Stand!

Here I stand in the midst of utter darkness

Where the light never shines and hope never comes around.

Where the living dead roam feasting on each other’s ignorance,

Ando those who are not in a dead-man-walking state of mind, are also slowly killing themselves

Poisoning their body, flooding their mind with false hope and false light.

Here I stand amongst those content with their situation,

Those who have no profound vision for tomorrow.

Who would rather lay in poverty than attempt to change their dire conditions.

What can I do? Standing around such sorrow: “Nothing.” A voice spoke up. “Take action!”

Or

I Am

I am the rebel.

I am the Panther.

I am Che Guevara.

I am Malcolm X.

I am Marcus Garvey.

I am George Jackson.

I am Huey P. Newton.

I am Geronimo Pratt

I am the old soul striving to bring a new.

I am Nat Turner.

I am Touissant L’Ouverture.

I am Martin Luther King, Jr.

I am Nobel Drew Ali.

I am all that was and I will be all I can.

I am the Lion!

‘Where the living dead roam feasting on each other’s ignorance’: two poems

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June 26 2016

Here I Stand!

Here I stand in the midst of utter darkness

Where the light never shines and hope never comes around.

Where the living dead roam feasting on each other’s ignorance,

Ando those who are not in a dead-man-walking state of mind, are also slowly killing themselves

Poisoning their body, flooding their mind with false hope and false light.

Here I stand amongst those content with their situation,

Those who have no profound vision for tomorrow.

Who would rather lay in poverty than attempt to change their dire conditions.

What can I do? Standing around such sorrow: “Nothing.” A voice spoke up. “Take action!”

 

As the days go by and the cell grows small, I hope to understand the meaning of it all.

Was God behind my imprisonment—they say a man thinks best in isolation.

What was the meaning of it all, for me to realize my potential, to gain an understanding of life, to read between the lines?

What was the meaning of all this

Uncertainty.

(Al-Mu’izz Al-Mumit El-Shabazz)

The next light shiner on the darkness of urban America.

’97 a King was born. ’97 a dream was dreamed.

‘Your only true joy comes from making others feel your pain’: Poems by Mu’izz Mumit Shakur

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The Streets

This is all I know, how could you blame me

As the streets that took me in, it’s the streets that claim me

No love in the house, off the porch streets raised me

How could you blame me, it was the streets that made me.

Growing up without a father it was the streets that taught me

Poverty the street took me out, look what the streets brought me

But pain came with the deal, but I knew what the streets cost me.

Tell me to leave the streets, homie, that’s where you lost me. Continue reading →

Tired: a poem

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Tired

We’re tired of

Being treated

Like dogs

Tired of

Being fed slops

You wouldn’t feed a hog

What makes the government

Better than us

Because we’re inmates

God made us

All by hand

Which makes us all

Human beings

At the end of the day

We’re tired of

Being the detention officers

Footstools

We’re tired of

Being Durham County’s inmates

I mean

Durham County’s Slaves

Doing story short

We’re tired

And as humans

We shouldn’t be

Treated this way.

-Travon E.

‘Let the star shine even when captured and trapped in bondage…’

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poems by DDC (aka, The Lion)

The Lone Wolf

Nature’s prominent predator, the intelligent hunter.

With eyes that see through darkness and a nose that picks up on emotions.

Without his pack, he roams with strength and pride.

The character of this extraordinary beast protects him from the other packs,

His respect of brilliance and intelligence places him as a leader

And removes him as a threat. The lone wolf. Continue reading →

Five poems for Friday: ‘Alone we can overcome some. Together the limits pass the sun!’

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Rise

In the Eyes of the Warrior

In the eyes of a warrior a trial is an opportunity to get stronger.

In the eyes of a warrior pain is another way to gain.

In the eyes of a warrior the struggle births soldier.

In the eyes of a warrior the revolution is a state to get further.

In the eyes of a warrior battle is salvation.

In the eyes of a warrior their life is dedicated towards the nation! Continue reading →

The Government’s Slaves

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We’re innocent until proven guilty

That’s what they say

So why are we locked up

Twenty four hours a day

Forced to live in a cell

No bigger than a bathroom

We’re not being treated like humans

But animals

We’re placed in an unsanitary confinement

Unhealthy environment

And very unpleasant place

If we’re innocent until proven guilty

Why are you

THE GOVERNMENT

Treating us this way?

Innocent or not

We’re still humans

At the end of the day

So place yourselves in our shoes

Would you want to be treated this way? Continue reading →