are just not fit to rule these are sorry but true factsânot one honkie is fit to rule the worst junkie or black businessman is more humane than the best honkie no black person would have allowed his troops to be so slaughtered and before you scream âking kingâ his promise was your picture in the paper and your head in bandages mccarthy (the administrationâs official dissident candidate) was not so honest there are those who say he began with lyndonâs blessings and the promise of good speaking engagements and since we have witnessed the assassination of one who didnât need the money or have the blessing we are inclined to agree and daley talked of teddy not making up his mind he said no thatâs pretty definite only itâs sad that once again we have a chance we arenât fully utilizing the honkies are at war to decide what to do about us and here we are trying to get into what every sensible person should be running from when we integrated the schools they began moving away from public education when we integrated the churches they started the god is dead bit now weâre integrating politics and theyâre moving to a police state we ought to beat them to the punch and pull off our coup and take over, with arms and everything necessary, our communities post-election note: those of us breathing easy now that wallace wasnât elected check again thatâs gas youâre smelling survival is still the name of the game black people still our only allies life or death still our only option letâs me and you do that thing please?
Cultural Awareness as we all probably realize on some level people are basically selfish and perhaps in some cases a little more than thoughtless mostly i would suppose because of the nature of life under this and most other systems but someone came by and brought to my attention how ridiculously mean i was being most people he assured me have followed the teachings of the honorable maulana elijah el shabbaz and do not have anything at all to do with pork and here he found when visiting me that i didnât have zig-zag papers for a kosher substitute
For Saundra i wanted to write a poem that rhymes but revolution doesnât lend itself to be-bopping then my neighbor who thinks i hate askedâdo you ever write tree poemsâi like trees so i thought iâll write a beautiful green tree poem peeked from my window to check the image noticed the school yard was covered with asphalt no greenâno trees grow in manhattan then, well, i thought the sky iâll do a big blue sky poem but all the clouds have winged low since no-Dick was elected so i thought again and it occurred to me maybe i shouldnât write at all but clean my gun and check my kerosene supply perhaps these are not poetic times at all
Balances in life one is always balancing like we juggle our mothers against our fathers or one teacher against another (only to balance our grade average) 3 grains salt to one ounce truth our sweet black essence or the funky honkies down the street and lately iâve begun wondering if youâre trying to tell me something we used to talk all night and do things alone together and iâve begun (as a reaction to a feeling) to balance the pleasure of loneliness against the pain of loving you
For a Poet I Know if you sang songs i could make a request does the same hold true of poems iâd like a poem about me iâm black and exist and for real iâd like a poem about your uncle who got out of his bed to let us screw yeah and maybe a poem about how i tried to talk to you one night and you suggested i read my own poems what were you really thinking iâd like to hear a poem about your wig everybodyâs got a wig arethaâs is on her head james brownâs is humphrey mine is