thisis something i conjured up bout two days ago sittin in this ethiopian lounge for open mic nite in my county..... just follow along, and of course feedback and constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome, it strengthens mee.... 8)
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Congo drums beat to speak of your
Black beret oppression
Expression that black power
Will prevail
In *cough* smokey cafes *cough, cough*
Where blacks aren't allowed
You sit in silence
In protest?
In turtlenecks
In thought
Wondering why pigs haven't come
To put you in...
The pen
Is like solitary confinement
Etched between
Blue lines
Red margins
And
White space
That you enjoy using
As a fortress
To hide your
Fortress mentality
Salute!
It's the
Revolution
You dig?
But hold up jack
Your black-beret-wearing-congo-drum-beatin'-poetry-verse-speaking
Is not your own
So stop claiming it
With self-interested accomodations to
Stroke
Your ego
It's hard to
Come clean so
Your whiteness precedes your pink flesh
And in the end
We all know
That you beatniks had no rhythm until our revolution was televised
So don't call yourself original
