Asa’s Wish

facesempower the genius that lives within
unlock her talent and intelligence
enlighten his psyche with knowledge key
mediocrity, her enemy
satisfactory, his adversary
be supportive, her pursuits are inquisitive
dynamic his gifts, remember this
take notice, her thoughts are precious
theirs is the quest of the curious
with love, edify, serve as learning guide
educate their beautiful young minds
without you, their bright lights will dim
teach, reach the brilliance in all children
empower the genius that lives within
this was Asa’s wish…

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“I have never encountered any children in any group who are not geniuses. There is no mystery on how to teach them. The first thing you do is treat them like human beings and the second thing you do is love them.” ~Dr. Asa Hilliard

Décima of Forgotten Miracles

dawn

We often ask for divine gifts
eyelids sealed and clasped fists, we dare
requests or wishes via prayer
while missing beauty that exists
surrounding us, we must cherish
like tangerine hue of sky’s dawn
lyrics from your favorite song
warm embrace of one who loves you
the flavor of the sweetest fruit
or image drawn with child’s crayon

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What is Décima?

REBEL!!!

Rebel by Edaw Wade

REBEL: MALCOLM MARTIN ANGELA by Edaw Wade

you dare define me
mold my reality
predetermine my destiny
rewrite my history
i study your theory
and see
your acts are cowardly
so I scream loudly and do this proudly
closed fist raised above me
thirsty
for freedom you denied me
and I am worthy
oh yes, I am worthy
and those that stand with me
fifty times fifty times fifty times fifty
we
REBEL!!!

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words inspired by REBEL, art by Edaw Wade

Sun Song: Words of My Reflection

sun

picture designed by Iba Oshun Sekese

the Sun is too happy

the Sun is too happy

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

yeah, yea, yeah

lyrics by Zoë Amorina

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consciously unconscious

consciously unconscious, his modus operandi
knowledge of injustice and inequality,
and all world’s ills stored in envelope
filed in crimson steal lockbox, in mind’s cellar
garnet key to box stored in mind’s attic
distance between box and key intentional
separation requires minimal mental effort
three empty indigo floors fill remaining space
azure walls, free to be filled with mind numbing distractions
if ever garnet meets crimson, he would awaken
awareness calling him to action
except…he wants no part of revolt or rebellion
he lives comfortably in home of conscious unconsciousness
who wouldn’t?
it sits on beautiful jade landscaped avenue
in flawless emerald subdivision
in the city that is…the Matrix

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my heaven

after my final breath escapes
when my heart beats no longer
once decision is made for my flesh to enter grave
my heaven awaits

i see gold and gold only
different shades and tints of this majestic hue
it is the coat of all translucent souls
Ancestors covered in glow that shines much louder

love, the only word uttered from spirits’ lips
joy, the only thought we share
melodious drum beat accompanies word and thought
adore i do, the sound of paradise, and its echo

perfumed and flowery scents surround me
waves of fresh bouquet travel, even in absence of a medium
aroma of the sweetest of fruits visit often
to feed the appetites of those who reside here

elation through movement, our ritual
feelings of delight and bliss captured in every shift
connected are all souls in this place
i am now spirit and we are one
in my heaven

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Prelude to Sin

I.

Wait till this bitch gets home! “Girls Nite!” What about my fuckin’ nite? I’m hungry. What am I supposed to do? Cook for myself? I’m the nigga that pays the bills. I’ma have to show her what up. Quick punch to the face. Put her in her place. She betta not be hollerin’ at no nigga either. And she betta give me what I need when she get home. Break me off a lil’ sumthin’ sumthin’. Nah mean? Man, fuck that bitch! Shit, might do like pop did moms and get a switch. Lite that ass up. Show her what this nigga’s made of. Fuck “Girls Nite.” When she see me, goin’ wish she took my advice!

II.

Yo! Why you strike her? Do you dislike her? Even worse, does hate necessitate rape? I know you love her. She’s your queen. Not one meant for you to demean. Nah mean? Pop hittin’ on moms didn’t teach yo ass anything? Remember her screams? Seems you forgot you wanted to get at pops for makin’ moms bleed. Now you continue the cycle. Yo, that evil spirit needs to be freed. Son wanna be just like you. Is that what you want? You weak mutha fucka! Does bruising her bring you joy? Stress relief? Act strong, but weak under cover. You’s a stupid ass mutha fucka! You need someone to knock the shit ouch-you! Hell, if I wasn’t you. I’d beat yo ass too!

III.

I need a drink. Who the fuck this nigga think he is? My conscience? My angel? Does that make me demon? Hold up. Got me talkin’ to my self. There’s the Hen. On the shelf. Now what was I sayin’? Oh, yeah! That bitch goin’ pay for havin’ me waitin’! Beat her and take her. Cause I’m her man. Got every right to strike her with my hand.

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This does not come from personal experience. This was my attempt to get into the mind of a coward.

Remember Me!

Yes,
I remember you!
Do you remember me?

Walked on my aged and crumbling streets
Navigated my many obstacles
Strategically placed liquor stores
Drugs and guns
Hustlers and gangsters
Now you stare at me
Through an upscale high-rise window
Do you remember me?

Educated in my dilapidated buildings
Underfunded schools
Matriculated in overcrowded rooms
Taught by my dedicated educators
Overwhelmed and underappreciated teachers
Now many letters follow your name
Degrees one, two, and three
Do you remember me?

Survived many run-ins with my officers
Racial profiling
Juvenile detention
Now your record is squeaky clean
Ensured by a lawyer
On retainer fee
Do you remember me?

Day you left me for the first degree
Etched in my memory
Teased me with an occasional stay
Then visits ceased.
Now you fail to claim
That you were ever raised
In my streets
Code switching deceased
Do you remember me?

I miss you!
I need you!
For the many like you
Those left behind
Doomed to obscurity
Conditioned to accept
Restricted opportunity
My reality

Come back me
Embrace me
Your home community
Don’t deny my memory

Help correct the cycle
So we can show the world
The grace
The resilience
The beauty of my existence
Reflected by the people
Who live in me.

I am the ghetto
Your ghetto
Jewel of the city
Remember me!

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Amorina’s Request

Shiny red Sun-Maid box
Young lady in red bonnet wearing a smile
Holding basket of grapes with Sun shining in background
Inviting to innocent eyes

She points to this box very willing to experiment
Her father obliges
He lifts folded top of cardboard
Retrieves one dehydrated grape
Places it in her open and extended hand

Overjoyed!
She examines its dark color
Its every lump and wrinkle
Marvels at its imperfection and smiles
Her mouth opens as she places dried fruit on tongue

Taste buds activated
Joy turns to disgust
Sour expression and mastication refusal
Placing hand to chin
Spitting wet and unchewed treat into palm
Disgust turns to anger
She stares at father with piercing eyes
Without a word spoken
Communication transmitted and her father receives

My child tasted her first raisin today.
She will never try another.

New delight catches her eye
She points to bottle on the second shelf in pantry
Louisiana Hot Sauce
She desires a taste and reaches out
Does father oblige this new request?

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Angela Marquez writes: “My Black Man”

Black and beautiful
Tall? No but he towers most men’s souls
Strong enough to build my hopes
Yet, weak enough to crumble at a tear
Immeasurable love of life
And life in me he inspires

Deep, rather intelligent young man
Yet, there is no limit to furthering his knowledge
Waves no banner, yet you know he inspires respect.

Oh, that I may praise his soul
He lifts me without knowledge
I’d kiss the ground he stands on
To him I’m bound
For it’s a hellified ground he treads.

Wouldn’t it be heavenly to take off?
Soar when surroundings get to hectic
If he were a man of means
Life would have no hold
For soar he must
Loner, yet my greatest companion
Great that I’d enjoy it forever.

~Angela Marquez, circa 1971

my beautiful mother

Freedom Thoughts

I’s free. Broken bones and skin. Free. Don’t know where’s I’ll end up. Free. John ain’t my name. Share that name with ol’ massa’s dog. Lawd. I don’t know who I am, but I is free. A free man. A man free. Gotta keep runnin’ fore sunrise. Fore they miss me. My breath leavin’ me. Don’t get tired. Don’t let me get tired. They kill Sam. They ain’t gonna kill me. Free. Done hear tell of a place I can go. Hope this the way. Good white folks’ there. Keep runnin’…. Got clean away. Free. I see the river. Gotta run cross the river. I ain’t never been in water pass my knee. Sky turnin’ all kinds of red and yellow. Don’t let me get tired Lawd. Ain’t got no time. Ain’t got no more. Reckon I can rest up here. NO! That tired you feel is the devil. Evil thoughts leave me be. Run. Run. FREE!

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This is my first serious attempt at prose poetry. Thanks Crystal Belle!